Funny things, Dolls, with their perfectly combed hair, eyes wide and soulless, empty smiles. They live without life, without joy or sadness, they are empty.
By now you have probably envisioned a doll from your youth, the plastic or porcelain variety. How strange they seem now, how oddly ominous those once friendly forever smiles have become.
Well, worry not, for I speak of a very different kind of doll. The human kind. The kind who are perfect to the eye, charming to the mind, fragile seeming to the touch, yet if you grow close enough; you will see just how terrifyingly strong they truly are.
Monsters are everywhere, but the human ones are the worst. At least the Creatures of the Night don't kid almost families, friends, neighbors, coworkers. Once reborn they live in the night. Sure, they do all of the same twisted things that humans do to one another, but they don't hide who they are. When you see them you know death is coming. You can predict the sick things they will do to you. But when the monster looks human, you're blindsided. One minute you're in love with a guy and the next he's slitting your throat. Trust me, I speak from experience.
Gruesome things that use to make me sick now makes my stomach flutter in joy. I traded charming grins and blue eyes for carved smilies and orbs of onyx. I traded sunlight for the glow of the moon. I gave up living amongst humans for creatures of the night. And I wouldn't go back for anything in the world. I am finally home. I've spent so much time running from monsters that it's my turn to do the chasing. Sweet Dreams...