User:Confusedspirit92

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eptember 19, 2013: Age 14

Kristi slipped on her tennis shoes as she marched outside slowly, her face was pale and emotionless. The dark circles had formed under her eyes from the last sleepless nights, her boyfriend had recently committed suicide and she was in shock, confused. She thought about updating her Quotev to tend to her followers, awaiting their fanfictions. Her chickens chased her as she walked along side their fence, throwing in some shriveled up kale. It began to sprinkle as she re-entered the house. Her parents had no clue what she was going through, and if not as confused as she was they were even more confused. Her room was gloomy ad humid, but her chair was cozy. Her phone was cold from sitting, so she picked it up ad began searching through her texts. Everyone had been saying "Happy birthday!" yesterday, but her birth day was today. She looked up at her hand-made posters and her Jeff the Killer plush that laid lazily on her bed. Kristi hugged the doll close before looking deep its is button eyes. "If only..." She muttered. Night fell and it was raining bad outside but her parents still haaaaad to go on their vacation, uncaring that they were leaving a 14 year old home alone for a week. "We'll be back next Friday, be good." And they left. They just left. Kristi ran into the garage, and tore a rope off the wall before stepping up on a stool, tying a noose above her. As she put her head through the hoop, she kicked the stool and looked around confused. She crossed her arms. Breathing, but she was fine. Her gaze fell below her to a figure, she was standing on its shoulders. It had a odd amount od height but she could tell it wasn't slenderman, it had a mouth, and it wasn't wearing the outfit. "Such a pretty young lady, why waste such a body?" Trenderman...? She Kristi kicked the... thing but it didn't move, her foot went through him. She must be hallucinating. "No need to be feisty darling, do you need a step?" He offered a hand but as soon as she took it the figure disappeared ad she fell into the noose, choking. It all went black. But she didn't quite remember the noose having fingers...  She woke with a mask covering her mouth in a dark concrete room, wearing a strait jacket. She peered over to see a... something.... in the corner laughing hysterically. The cloud uncovered moonlight that show through the small widow pane, whatever was laughing was tied up as well. She felt around her mouth with her tongue, there was a key. With her flexibility she had from gymnastics, she slowly eased the mask off of her mouth with her now bare feet. She had her Jeff plush tucked under her left arm, the key fell from her mouth. Was this a Saw game? Was this game over? Many questions ran through Kristi's head. She heard the key "Clink." on the floor and picked it up with her toe and put it back in her mouth for safe keeping. "Where are we?" She begged. "Throw me the key, NOW!" The person yelled. "I can't, my arms are tied!" "THROW ME THE DANM THING IF YOU WANT OUT OF HERE!!!" Kristi flung her head to the male ad the key flew in his direction. The key was heard unlocking something and metal fell on the ground. "Close your eyes so you don't see your blood." A figure appeared, white skin, dark circled eyes that ever closed, ad a Cheshire smile carved into his cheeks. Kristi's eyes widened. "Stop! I'll- I'll do ANYTHING!" "Admit... you killed him." Kristi's memories flashed before her eyes as she remembered the doll she had, beating it in anger, the same day Michael, her boyfriend was found dead. "Voodoo dolls aren't real. It was a coincidence that they looked similar...." She cried, tears streamed from her eyes, Jeff's knife blade cutting her skin deep on her mouth, as he moved it across her cheeks, making her now smile forever. "Please stop! No!" Her voice cracked as her face was soaked from tears and blood. "You know it as you. You know it was purposeful." She jerked around before looking into his eyes. "Y-you're right.... But it wasn't purposeful..." Kristi glared at Jeff. "Seems like you loved someone else ad wanted him out of the way." Jeff pulled the doll from under her arm and admired it. "Where'd you get this?" "I made it." "Did you make one of this... Michael?" Kristi nodded. "I didn't know it was a Voodoo doll..." "Well now you do, and my boss put a curse o you as a child that any doll you make, you can control. If your holding or touching it, that is. And I've had the feeling of being hugged for the past, few, WEEKS." Jeff frowned ad looked at the opposite side of the room, taking the doll and slicing it. "Now I don't have to deal with it..." Everything once again went black, and when she woke she was at a table, with a sewing machine I front of her. A voice was talking to her I her head. 'Brow hair, blue eyes, small pale male.' It repeated. It didn't stop until she made a doll of the exact description, ad it disappeared. Her eyes turned all the way around, now being pure white. She took a sewing needle and stitched the smile Jeff gave her, and her eyes started filling with a dark red substance, blood. She sat day after day making dolls, the smashing them to death, killing the person whom they represented. Sooner or later, the voices took her over. 'Dark blonde short hair, blood red button eyes, a stitched smile, green button up sweater, Kristi Sotam.' As she made and killed her own doll, she regained herself, ad had the ability to leave the room. As she left, she muttered. 'Michael, I'm sew happy to see you again."