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The creepy little girl

There once stood an old two story wooden house on the corner of Madison Street. The house was emptied out, and torn down about fifty years ago. But the story only starts there. That’s right, I’m talking to you. You’re wondering what became of this house or what it even has to do with the story. I’ll tell you, but let’s play a game first. Look behind you, tell me what you see. Go ahead, don’t be shy I know it may seem silly talking to your computer, but who ever said you were? You’re in my world, nothing else matters. Now, tell me what you see. Maybe a lamp? Maybe a table? Maybe a bed or TV? What’s wrong? You think this is stupid, silly? Maybe you’re right.
Maybe you’re wrong.
Let me start with the story and then we’ll see what you think of those stupid, silly games.
In that old creepy house lived a little creepy girl. Bright blue eyes, pale porcelain skin, raven black hair, and the tiniest most petite figure. She lived alone is this big old house all by herself. No family, no friends, no one wanted to be near her. Everyone was too frightened of her, but soon fear faded to a memory and that memory faded away. The little girl was always soon forgotten and all people wondered about was what would happen to that big creepy house on Madison.
This little creepy girl had a love like no other. An unrequited, forbidden love of something that could never love her back. This little girl collected puppets and dolls inside of this house. She loved those dolls like no other thing in the world. She loved them even more than the air she breathed. They were the only things in the world that she could pretend would love her back. Life was difficult, being alone and forgotten. But she still had her dolls. They always made her feel better. She especially loved the old joker ventriloquist puppet that sat on the back wall near the stairs. She loved it so much that she stabbed it through the chest and hung it from the wall that way. This way she would see it everyday as she walked down the stairs, isn’t that sweet? This little girl was lonely and since she stayed inside all the time, she had plenty of time to imagine and plan what she’d do to people if they ever tried to take away her dolls. She did something different to all of them to add her own special touch that made all the dolls unique and different.
It made them hers.
Dolls were hanged, guillotined, stabbed, cut, stitched, needled, painted, etc. to her each doll was more beautiful with their imperfections. She loved playing her silly little games with them. It gave her comfort, happiness, in knowing that she could play her stupid little games and have them end the way she wanted. Her dolls were made imperfect one by one.
She hated perfect. She hated it so much she would ruin anything that was perfect. Only she was allowed to be perfect, it made her feel better, more special.
One day, something happened. Something that creepy little girl never saw coming. You see, the house had been sentenced to be torn down on January 2nd 1959. Remember what I said about no one remembering the little creepy girl? If not, I bet you do now.
Demolition workers came on to the estate and set explosives around the outside of the house. Sadly this was the day that the little creepy girl decided to go outside and get water from the well on the side of the house. Not like it would matter anyways. No one noticed when the door began to slowly creak. No one noticed as the little creepy girl opened the door, because the dynamite went off at the exact moment the door flew open, blowing the house, the girl, and all of those pretty little dolls to smithereens.
I bet you’re wondering why the little girl decided to go outside and get water from the well on that day. Let me explain, this twisted girl wanted to try new ways of water torture on her dolls. Whether they felt it or not she could imagine drowning them, suffocating them, watching as the paint washed off their faces, making them nothing but faceless, lifeless dolls. She loved that satisfaction.
I bet you’re also wondering how I know the story of this creepy little girl. Simple, I am that creepy little girl! I’ve been wandering this god forsaken, disgusting earth for five decades. The pits of hell are nothing compared to the rage I feel towards the people of this earth. I’ve wandered the earth searching for the lost souls of the puppets and dolls I once collected. I’ve built an army consisting of hundreds soon to be thousands of my followers. Once I’ve finished my army I’m going to take my revenge on all of you perfect little insects. I’m going to take your disgusting little figures and make them beautiful, like they should be. I’m going to take my revenge starting with just six little words…
Let’s play a silly little game…