Tuesday, May 16, 2017
The Eyes
I was just starting to doze off when I saw them. The eyes. From right outside my door. Silly little sister, she left her favorite doll outside my room. I got out of my warm, comfortable bed to turn off the light; as I did so the rag doll, better know as Amanda, disappeared. Must be late I told myself, even though inside my heart raced faster than Usain Bolt on steroids. I flicked off the light and spun on my heel when I saw them again. The eyes. Staring at me from my bed. She vanished, once again, as I turned on the light. At this point I didn't care how old I was, I was getting my parents down here. I screamed as loud as I could. No noise came out. Once again I spun like a dime to see Amanda shaking her head. She launched herself at me. Then I hit the floor. As I did so, I awoke from a terrible nightmare. I looked out my door to see Amanda. A smile a little more dramatic drawn across her face.
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15 comments:
Jesus Christ on a bicycle!!!! There is a reason that dolls are large parts of some horror movies. Annabelle being one of them. Why did you write this?
Wow!! This is really suspenseful! I loved how you brought up the suspense, then let everyone relax, before terrifying the heck out of them.
I really enjoy the creepy stories on here, this one did not disappoint.I hope more people start doing this. Loved your word choice and the suspense this brought!
This is so creepy!
Great job! This was really well written, which made it very creepy and suspenseful. I love your analogy to Usain Bolt on steroids.
I completely agree with Andrew Thompson. The scary stories people write on here are unforgettable, and yours has just shot up to the top of the list. Dolls scare me. FYI since I was so freakishly scared of dolls when I was little, i got rid of all of mine and have never had one since I was 4 years old.
AHHHH!!! NOOOO!!!! Make it stop. That was so terrifying. Even though I did laugh at the line "my heart raced faster than Usain Bolt on steroids." That line was funny.
When I was little my mom had a collection (literally a shelf full of dolls), that she kept in my room, and I would imagine them watching me when I was sleeping...
To this day I hate most dolls...
Dolls are made to scare children.
Dolls have always creeped me out. I will have fun with nightmares tonight. Good job setting the tone.
Wow! great job! Love dthe title! It fits the story.
Man I really love all your spooky stories. I liked the Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light, but I think this may be my favorite.
Oh heck no. If I was in that room while that happened I would die of fear. I hate dolls just in general.Good job!
This is so scary!! My sister has all these dolls, and whenever I go into her room, I feel like they are watching my every move! You described this really well too! Awesome job!
ahh so creepy!
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