“Where did this doll come from?” Was the first question Glen had asked his mother that morning as he came into the kitchen, looking for cold and flu medicine but pointing to the ragged looking doll his mom had. “I found it at the shop by the dojo on the way home, I figured I could clean her up, make her a new outfit. She’ll make a cute display.” She told her son, ignoring the fact he was sporting a glare that was eerily similar to his other mother after Josie had told her about the plans she had for her sad, but cute new purchase. “Actually, would you be able to help me dear? I know your sick, but Cassidy and I are going out tonight, but I had wanted to at least give the doll a soap bath, but I actually have to run to open up the dojo, and can’t do it now,” She checked her watch. “Oh gosh, and I won’t have the time later. You’ll do that for your mom won’t you? Love you!” She had gotten up during this, quickly getting ready and running out of the house, giving Glen no time to answer. He wanted to deny her, because look at that doll! How could anyone like it? Unfortunately, with her leaving and him being home with flu, he couldn’t really say no. He grabbed it, taking the doll back with him to his room, as well as a bowl, soap, and a sponge, setting them all on his desk with the intent to do them later, the flu really hitting him hard and the simple walk to and from leaving him exhausted. Before he did though, he got a good look at the doll.

He took note of her …..unsettling features. At first, she really did seem like just a sad, fix em up doll, but the longer he looked at her, the more he couldn’t help but feel dread. Her porcelain still looked good, not a crack or deep stain to be found, just a layer of dirt collected over long little porcelain life. He took note though that her left eye seemed to be missing, and more dirt had gathered in the socket. Great, oh well, that was his moms problem. He pat down her hair, unnerved at it’s texture. It felt….like real hair, a persons hair. And was that his fevered imagination, brought on by too much cough medicine, or did her hair smell like liquorice? Yeah, he did not like this doll, so he left her alone on the desk, going back to bed and browsing videos on his phone until he fell asleep.

He woke up some time later, or at least, he appeared to wake up. Glen felt disoriented, slightly out of his body he supposed and wait…..was that his body staring at him? Oh god, it was. Maybe he was still asleep, yeah, asleep. He became more aware in his panic, noticing that he was on his own desk, judging by the angle, and that he couldn’t move. Great, just great. He watched, transfixed as his body got up, stumbled a bit, though still giving him that dead, slightly angry(?) Stare, and came to a halt, petting the side of Whatever Glen was, familiar strands of hair….hair? Oh no, oh no.

Glen had become the doll.

He wanted to scream, cry. He just knew that damn doll had some weird s**t about it! But he could do nothing, merely watch in this weird state of limbo as the body he formerly inhabited walked out of the room, having heard a knock downstairs, and heading down with one last, look, a terrifying smile on his own face, intentions horrifyingly clear to the little doll on the table.


Glen woke up with a lurch forward and a gasp. Breathing heavily and looking around in fright, only to see his mothers looking at him, both equally concerned. “Glen, are you okay?” His nearest mother, Josie asked, petting his head. His other mother, Cassidy, trying to hide her concern, but he could tell something had frightened her involving him. He must have looked confused, or maybe still scared, because she came over to the other side of the bed, never mind him being an adult, and embracing him. Damn, something really spooked them for her to hug him. “We had come home to check on you,” “I had forgot to leave you some microwave soups!” Josie added, to which Cassidy glared. “That, definitely not on purpose I bet.” Josie just smiled, knowing her wife was grateful for her concern. She turned back to a confused and embarrassed Glen. “Anyway, we had come home, to see you stumble down the stairs. You looked awake, but it was clear that you were sleepwalking. We both managed to get you back up here, but not before you started to struggle, and hit your head on the desk .” And now both his mothers looked embarassed, leading him to believe that there may be a bit more to that, he wouldn’t ask, this was already humiliating enough for him too. “I...i’m sorry I worried you? I mean-- “ Cassidy interrupted her son. “We know, your an adult, just here until you graduate college, I know, I know, but it’s okay, you’ll worry us no matter what age you are.” “or we are, your our kid after all, and we know your just a mix of both of us.” “Right.” Cassidy added, smiling fondly at her wife, and her son. She got off the bed, taking Josies hand. “We wanted to be sure your okay, and score free dinner from our cuilinarily talented son. Since we missed our date, so concerned for him.” She feigned a tear. “When your better of course.” She added. Glen frowned. “I’m sorry i’m important to you, you’ll be given a five course meal .” He made a slight bow in the bed, not really upset, knowing she was just upset, but that feelings time had come and gone for that. “Perfect, Josie, let’s leave him to rest. We need him at full strength after all to show us how much he cares.” She looked to her wife who had left herr side a bit ago, going to inspect the doll. Josie looked over at being called. “Of course! And Glen, Thank you for cleaning the doll, and giving her an eye? Did you get it out of my room?” She asked her confused once more son, holding the doll up for him to see. Sure enough, the doll was cleaned, and where the empty socket had once been, a now perfect, matching eye was there. His mother took the doll with her as they left, not noticing Glen’s look of pure terror following her as she took that accursed doll.

God, he ******** hated October