I dreamt and I wept, that night as I slept, dreaming of things that would kill me, believing that I could be saved with the light of the morning.
That's all I hear, playing my head as I am wheeled into the mental hospital. Though I guess I should tell you why I am there in the first place. I should warn you- I am about to tell a gruesome story.
Yesterday I was at the park, playing, when I found it. The cutest little stuffed cat you could ever find. It was gray and white, with blue eyes that seemed to beg: "Come and play with me."
So I picked it up and brought it home with me, setting it down on my bed. I started playing with my other dolls when my mom called me down for lunch.
After eating, I ran back upstairs and was shocked to find all my dolls ripped to shreds, except for the cat doll. It sat in the middle of the bed, almost smiling, begging me with its eyes to come and play.
I blamed my dog, Roxy, for this, not wanting to deal with such a mess myself. I then took her for a walk as I do every day, once again leaving behind the cat.
Once I got home, my parents decided to take me out to eat. We had a great time and I almost forgot about the cat. Almost, but there was something bothering me about it. So, once we got home I ran right up to my room.
The carnage found in my room was almost unbearable. My dog, my Roxy, was shredded by what had to be either claws or teeth. There was blood and guts everywhere, but that's not what stopped me in fear. It was the message, written in my dog's blood.
You should have played with me.
I looked at my bed and my fear was confirmed. There was my stuffed cat, with blood on its paws, smiling at me. But something had changed. Its eyes were blood red, silently begging me to come and play.
I picked up the doll and threw it in my closet, locking it in. I screamed and my parents came running, and pulled me away from my dead dog. They pulled me into their room, afraid someone would come back and kill us. They make me sleep in their room, but I barely slept at all. I kept waking up crying and screaming, seeing the cat's eyes in my head.
Finally, I fell asleep, but I wish I wouldn't have. When I awoke, my parents were ripped to shreds next to me, and I was drenched in their blood. I was so terrified I couldn't even cry. I looked up and see the message:
Play with me, or you're next.
I sat up and saw the cat sitting on the bed. It was smiling, baring sharp teeth filled with blood. Its red eyes were gleaming in a glare, and begging me to play. I ran to the phone and called the police.
That's how I got here. And now they are bringing me into one of those padded rooms, at least there, I will be safe. I fell asleep and when I woke up, I see a message for me, written in blood:
You should have played with me. Now I have to dispose of you and find someone else to play with.
