The Dolls

‘Another One Dead!’ The newspaper read on the front cover. For the past 25 years, ever since that house was built, anyone who lived in the house died or went missing. But there were only two things that anyone ever, including the cops, knew about the murders.

1. The bodies, that weren't missing, were always found in the basement.
2. The murderer still wasn’t found.

I was, as a special investigator, put on the case. Even thinking about going into that house sent shivers down my spine. My chief said I was going to be living in the house for a month, just to see if I can find anything or see anyone.

Packing my bags, I kissed my husband goodbye and left my home to go to my new house. Everything felt unrealistic; like it was all a dream, and I would wake up to find myself in my home, in my own bed.

"One foot in front of the other," I chant to myself walking up the stairs, trying not to trip, into the big house. I could hear the sound of the wheels on my suitcase banging the mahogany wood. Every step, my pulse quickened.

"You understand the risks you're taking with this task, correct?" I remembered the chief's words in my head. I remember the motion of movement my head made when I nodded. I remember taking the keys, which were warm and slightly moist from being in his sweaty hands. I cringed as I was shoving them into my pocket.

But now, I was in the house. I examined the place I'd be living in for a month. The front door led down a hallway, which had three doors, one leading to the kitchen and the other two locked. The end of the hallway led into a room with a staircase and a door that led into the study. I slowly started to walk up the stairs, and at the top was another hallway. I decided to go to the left, which had two doors. One leading to the upstairs bathroom and a guest bedroom. I turned around and went to the right, which also had two doors. One, leading into the master bedroom. And the other door, which was on the ceiling, led to the attic.

I went back downstairs to the main floor. I still have yet to find the basement. I took the keys out of my pocket and went to the two locked doors. The first door was just a closet. When I opened the second door, I felt a draft. I stepped on the first step and rubbed the cold cement wall for the light switch. I finally found it, clicked it on, and then the light revealed an empty room. I started to walk down the stairs more and was finally into the room far enough to reveal a doorway which led to a bloodstained room with a table and three creepy looking dolls.

I stopped in my tracks. I felt a cold sweat come on. I can't decide which I'm more shocked by, the dolls or the stained blood. I decided it was the dolls. The first on the left was a boy. He had short blonde hair that was mostly covered by his blue sailor hat that matched his blue sailor outfit. The middle one was a girl. She also had blonde, but hers held a pink bow that matched her pink dress and was in ringlet curls. I noticed her face had a tiny red stain that matched the walls. The last one...The last one had brown hair that noticeably had dried blood in her hair and on her green dress. I shuttered.

Slightly bouncing off that last step, I closed the door behind me. I tried forgetting what I saw in the basement. I felt a familiar shiver down my spine. I then picked up my phone and called the station.

"What do ya got Ali?" I heard the Chief's voice in the machine.

"Did you know that there are creepy dolls in the basement?" I said shocked about how fast and easy that came out. The other end of the phone was silent. "Chief?" I asked.

"One second, Masterson," the chief said. Then I heard a rustling of papers. "The basement was explored and they didn't find any dolls," he said, obviously freaked out just as much as I was. “We’ll send someone over tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow morning?” I asked but then I looked out the window and noticed it was dark out already. “Oh,” I said, hushed, slightly embarrassed. “See you tomorrow then.”

I sighed. It was going to be a long month. I looked at the clock on my phone and noticed it was already 10 PM. I sighed again and went upstairs to the master bedroom to get on my PJs.

I slipped on my fuzzy pants and my FOB shirt. Then I heard the floorboards in hallway creek. I jumped to the door to try to see anyone, but I was greeted by the little boy doll. I slowly picked it up. It really was a creepy doll. I shuttered and when down to the basement to put it back with the others.

Finally downstairs, I noticed the other dolls were gone. I turned and there both of them were. A wave of fear came over me. They were both standing. I felt a sharp pain in my hand and noticed that the boy was biting it. Then the one in the green dress had a knife, I screamed.