User:Mrs.DarkShadow

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Puppet Dolls

Surrounded by evil when i was a little boy, consumed by evil all around me. I became obsessed with puppets, they made me laugh, they made me smile, they made me my life better. But now as a 27-year-old man, I lost that obsession years ago when I was fourteen. Growing up without the memories…the most terrifying memories that I want to forget. But how can I? It was a nightmare, a living nightmare that seems to have been roaming half of my life. I’m glad to not live with anymore. I only had four puppets and four murdered children possessed all of my puppets, they haunt my house. Keeping the house for their own sake, they only believe that a single family seems to be their murderer, two young boys and two young girls murdered and buried together in a wall in my room. Discovered in eighteen forty-three Donna Richman, Jekyll Richman, Vladimir Clovers and Victoria Chapman, four young kids murdered in cold blood, their murderer was unknown. All four kids murdered their murderer. When I was fourteen I have encountered an attack, three scratches on my left arm leaving behind blood to be dried, another three scratches on my right leg, six different bite marks on my shoulder and another six bite marks on my thigh. It was terrifying, scared to my entire life that I will loose, scared to feel the same pain over and over again in my sleep. I kept on screaming whenever I wake up from every single night, I couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't over. Now that I am out of my old childhood house, I have been feeling happy in my uncle’s house doing my own chores and taking walks outside of the house, I have a beautiful girlfriend and a really great job to raise money. Even with the nightmares I still feel that pain, the burning on my skin and flesh, all four puppets attacking me all at once. Their evil laughter slaughtering me, enjoying the look on my face, the painful howls, and the sound of pouring blood. “AAHHHHH! HAHHAAAAA!” I screamed very loudly waking up from the most disturbing, most devilish dream ever. The pain from my aching heart, it felt like I couldn't take it anymore. It feels like I need to end my own suffering and live again…no I can’t live again, the only thing that runs through my mind is just only one word ‘suicide’ I couldn't take the risk of more pain. “Honey are you okay?” said Mandy my girlfriend she tries everything to protect me, “I…I…” I tried to speak but I can only manage to say a few words. I started to cry, trying to get myself in control. “Mandy…I can’t live…like this…anymore!” I said my voice choked while I was crying and wailing, so tired like I really need to do suicide. I don’t want to upset Mandy, I don’t want to leave her, I don’t want to leave her in sorrow like I am right now. I can’t leave earth no matter what, my memories keeps on haunting me and I don’t know how to stop them… “Ssshh, don’t worry…I. Love. You”