With that being said, I must tell you that I have been doing some MAJOR cleaning around the old Root homestead. Cleaning the basement, getting rid of toys, games, memories. Well, ok. Maybe not memories, but you try parting with all your favorite Barbie gear and tell me how YOU feel!! I have also been cleanin' out my closet (insert random Eminem song reference/ lyric here). In doing so, I found some pretty awesome treasures. I found toys that I thought I had lost and proceeded to have a play date with myself (am I the only one who finds that to be slightly dirty??). I also found clothes and shoes that I had forgotten about. Many of which were tried on and quickly reminded me of "fat guy in a little coat" from the movie Tommy Boy. Don't worry. Those clothes were soon put in a bag for Goodwill! Then I went through ALL my shoes (which if you know me, you know that THAT task was along one). I had to try them all on and decide if I wanted to keep or get rid of them. In a bittersweet moment, I was able to let go of multiple pairs of shoes....... to make room for the ones I'm going to buy!!! Yes.... there were underlying motives! But it's all good! My closet finally looks like an organized person lives there which was my goal! So what else did I find? Well, I found binders and portfolios from HIGH SCHOOL!! Yeah! HIGH SCHOOL!!! Like 9th and 10th grade work! That was fun to look at and see the easy work that I used to bitch about having! If only I had known then what I know now (Geeze I sound old!). So mixed in with those portfolios was a notebook. A notebook that I had made into my beginner story book. What I mean by this is that I used to write short stories because I thought I could be a writer one day. I was inspired at a young age by Stephen King and realized that I enjoyed not only reading scary stories, but writing them as well. In this notebook, I came across my most favorite story that I ever came up with! It was inspired by not only Stephen King, but that show on Nickelodeon called "Are You Afraid of The Dark?". I would like to share it with you here and now! I am going to share it without changing a single thing, so if you don't think it is that great, please remember that I was under 12 when I wrote it so BACK OFF! Ok. Here it is! Enjoy!
The China Doll
Once there was a nice family who moved into their dream home. There was a mother, a father, and a brother and sister. The brother and sister were especially excited because they would finally be able to have their own rooms. Jake, the brother, was 16 and Sarah, the sister was 12.
The moving van came to a halt in front of their new home. The family pulled up and got out of the car. It was a gloomy day. They had better hurry, thought Jennifer, the mother. They had a lot to unpack. The movers started to unload the truck. The family walked up to the house.
"Well, this is our new house," sighed the father, George, with a smile.
"You kids go upstairs and pick out your rooms!" said Jennifer.
The two siblings ran up the stairs. Jake opened the first door. The room was painted blue. Wow! Jake thought.
"This is going to be my room!" called Jake to his sister as he walked down the hall to find his sister.
Jake found his sister standing in a door way. The room was painted pink.
"Look! A doll!" said Sarah excitedly.
"I don't think you should play with that one. That's a china doll," said Jake.
"You're right!" exclaimed Sarah.
She placed the china doll on her bedside table after she had unpacked.
It was getting late and everyone was tired from the long day. Everyone went to bed at the same time. Sarah crawled into bed and looked at her new doll. She fell asleep happy.
The next morning, Sarah woke up to the sound of birds singing. She looked at her table. Did I move my doll? thought Sarah. The doll wasn't on her table. she looked on one side of her bed and then the other.
"There you are! I was worried," said Sarah. When Sarah got up to get her doll, she noticed something on the hands of the doll. Sarah bent down. The mystery substance was a dark red and was sticky. "Oh! It's blood!" realized Sarah.
Sarah realized that she hadn't heard any of her family members. Usually, someone was awake when Sarah got up. As Sarah opened her door, she noticed small pools of blood.
Sarah cautiously walked down the hall to her parent's bedroom, following the blood trail. When she reached their room, the door was partly open. She slowly opened the door. The first thing she saw was her father. His back was turned to her. She ran over to the bed and gently shook him. He fell on to his back. He stared back at Sarah with a glazed look in his eyes. Then she saw it. Her father had a deep gash across his throat and a slash down his chest.
Sarah screamed and ran over to her mother's side. She wasn't there. She frantically ran out of the room. Tears streamed down her face. Sarah ran down the stairs. She looked in the living room. Not there. She looked in the dinning room. Not there. She looked in the kitchen. Not there either!
"Where else could she be?" thought Sarah out loud.
Then she remembered. The basement! Sarah cautiously opened the door. Slowly, she walked down the wooden stairs. She heard something. She stopped and listened. Creak. Creak. She walked down the final steps. Right away when she saw it she began to scream. She first saw the rope, then her mother's lifeless body swaying back and forth. She ran up the stairs crying. When she got to the top she ran to the living room and sat down on the couch, still crying. Then she remembered Jake. She hadn't seen him. She got off the couch and ran up to his room. When she got to his door, she stopped and took a deep breath to calm herself. She put her hand on the door knob and braced herself for a gruesome sight, just like the others. She opened the door.
"Jake!" cried Sarah.
Jake turned from his computer with a smile. The smile faded from his face when he saw the tears welling in his sister's eyes.
"What's wrong?" asked Jake.
"What's wrong?" asked Jake.
Sarah showed Jake the two scenes. After, they called the police and they opened an investigation. Because they had moved to a new town, they had to stay in the house by themselves.
Jake and Sarah had been sitting on the couch together when they both fell asleep. Sarah woke up first. She looked at Jake.
"Good. He's still asleep," she said aloud.
Sarah walked into the kitchen. When she couldn't find what she was she wanted, she went back to the couch. When she walked into the living room, she saw it. Her china doll had long finger nails and was cutting every inch of Jake's body. By the time the doll was finished, her brother's body was unrecognizable. When the doll had finished, she looked at Sarah and laughed hysterically.
Four days later, the police officer conducting the investigation found Jake's decomposing body. In a rocking chair across the room was Sarah. She was rocking back and forth, back and forth, clutching the bloody china doll.
The End.
So there you have it. My most treasured (yet disturbing) story that I came up with. I am really questioning what I was watching as a young child, but at least it made for an entertaining story! I hope you enjoyed and were at least a little bit scared. After all, that is the goal of any horror story author. So I guess you could say that I always had a flair for writing and maybe that is why I enjoy writing my blog so much! On any account, this entry is long enough! Thanks for reading! <3
