Impure

Dolls

Creepy.

The only way to describe those things. Two Japanese dolls that your family found when you guys moved in. One had dark red eyes and black hair and was dressed in a a large black Victorian dress, her pale skin had small cracks in it that strangely seemed to disappear day by day. The frown on her face seemed so...malicious and hateful that you never looked at it for long.

And the other, had bright golden eyes and curly blonde hair. Her blue Victorian dress had strange red stains on it and her smile seemed almost cruel.

You always felt their eyes on you, but convinced yourself that it was impossible. They were just toys, very disturbing toys. Toys that seemed to be alive, that seemed to want your life.

They were pretty large too, there shoulders would probably reach your knee, the side of a toddler at least. You never looked at them long anyways, they stayed in the basement. Where they would hopefully be forever.

"So we are just putting them in your room while we renovate alright. We'll take them out eventually,"

Great.

You looked down at the things sitting next to each other on your chair. You walk behind them and push the chair over to your closet farthest from your bed. They face the wall not moving but you could swear that the blonde one twitched.

You leave your room never turning your back to them and watching as you close your door.

Later in the evening after dinner you casually make the trek back to your room, phone in hand. You open your door having forgotten about the retched dolls in your room. You nearly drop your cell seeing them on your bed leaning against each other and eyes staring blankly at you.

You move them quickly back to the chair you had originally placed them on after finding the seat turned on its side. You would ask your parents about it later. You make sure to push the chair into your closet and lock it before going to bed.

Your dreams are disturbed and feverish. You feel as if a shadow is leering over you behind clenched eyelids. Soft strokes of skin trail your face and through unconsciousness you here malicious giggles. And a single sentence "Another addition to our collection,".

The next morning the closet door is open and the dolls are staring at you from your dresser. The chair they should've been on is toppled over again and with gritted teeth you grab them and throw them into your closet that the one with black hair gets another crack in its face. As you slam the door closed you could swear the blonde one turned to stare at you, frowning.

You lock the closet again and push the chair up under the door nob then leave your room to prepare for the day.

"We hate you,"

"We hate you so much,"

"We don't need you anymore,"

You never hear the high-pitched words or laughter that begins ounce you leave.

later you return to your room cautiously, the air felt heavy and you turned on your light instantly looking over at your closet. The door is open, the door nob looking mangled and the chair now broken once again laying on its side.

The dolls, however, were no were to be seen. You look around furiously a foreboding feeling settling in your gut. A cold sweat runs down your back when you hear a small high-pitched chuckle.

The room grows cold and you twist fervently to your door nearly screaming at the sight of the two dolls staring at you and holding hands.

"You shouldn't have hurt her,"

A new voices mocks and you turn around again to see your room heavily decorated with doll limbs and heads. On your bed a row of modern dressed dolls all smiling with their mouths stitched closed and eyes moving erratically along with the twitching of their bodies.

"It would be best to make a new friend,"

"Keep this a secret for longer"

"This one can be like us,"

"We want a new friend,"

"This one can be like us,"

They chant in their demented voices melding together like a symphony and they finally go still staring at you with lifeless eyes. You jerk around to see the one with black hair begin to smile the effort making cracks on her cheeks that branch out sinisterly.

The blonde one proceeds to frown her lips melting downwards dragging her eyelids along the way to reveal a fleshy pink conjunctive. The chanting becomes louder behind you, and you scream as the dolls approach you tripping over a head and fall to the floor.

They reach out too you their deformed faces swirling in your vision before everything shatters into darkness.

You awake to see yourself lying on the floor. Eye sockets empty and bordered with dried blood, your face holding the permanent expression of horror. Your skin looks pasty, you blink in confusion on why you can see yourself.

Why you are gazing down from above your dresser and why your eyes jerk violently when you try to move them.

That morning you found yourself dead on the floor.