Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24833538-20140428034827

I wrote this creepypasta today and I was wondering if this is something you'd want to read more of. It is not finished as i would like to add more but i want to see what people think about what i did write. thanks!

"Mr. Wilson." silence. "Mr. Wilson. Ah. Glad to see that you've finally awoken", A doctor in his early forties stood in front a twenty-three year old man named Jason Wilson. The doctor had crow’s feet around his eyes and had salt and pepper hair. He was wearing a long white lab coat that covered the top of his black boots. Jason was wearing nothing but the traditional outfit of a patient at a hospital. "Now, I know you're probably very confused right now about where you are exactly, but don't worry, I'll tell you. You're in a testing facility. We have chosen you to participate in our experiment. It's all right, your family already knows of your whereabouts. What you're here to help us discover, is whether the dreams of the insane can turn the sane, insane as well. Now, to do that, we will need you to lay still and relax." A mask that would be found at a hospital as well, lowered over Jason Wilson's face to administer anesthesia. “Just relax. Relax. Reellaaxx. Reeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaxxxxxxxx." The doctor’s final words became distorted as reality faded away from Jason and was replaced by the dream realm.

Jason found himself in a dark room, barely lit by a small candle chandelier that had four slim candles set in a circle around the center candle above it. There were no chains connecting it to the celling. He started to walk but saw that he was going virtually nowhere. Jason turned around to see endless rows of porcelain dolls all female wearing various Victorian age dresses. They all sat in the same fixed position, their bodies in a seated position and their eyes staring blankly at the respective doll on the shelf across from them. Jason was tentatively walking down the long hallway of dolls on shelves that stretched infinitely towards the sky. As he walked he could swear that he felt the cold, unfeeling eyes on the back of his neck, following his every move. After walking for what seemed like several lifetimes he came to the end of the hallway. At the end there was a shelf just like the ones that the dolls were sitting on. However, this shelf was empty except for four dolls. They looked very different from the other dolls in that they each had their own faces. After studying the dolls, Jason realized that the dolls were supposed to be a family. There was a father, a mother, a son and a daughter, and an empty carriage. Jason looked in the see if there was a doll that represented a baby that was just possibly hidden giving the illusion that it was empty but found none. The eyes. He felt the eyes on him again. This time though it was human eyes. He turned around to see a young thirty something man sitting on the floor with his knees drawn up to his chest while crying into his arms which were folded upon his knees. Jason called out to the man, “Sir? Are you alright?” He got no response. The crying man looked up toward the sky it seemed and blurted out, “My baby! They took my baby! She did no wrong! I told them I could take care of her! I had the money! But they wouldn’t believe me! They killed my baby! They killed my baby! They killed my baby! They killed my baby! They killed my baby!” the man put his head down in his lap again and was silent for a few seconds then looked up again with a loud wail. The wail echoed around the room and got louder as the dolls joined in the chorus. They began to wail as well, their eyes rolled to the back of their heads and their fixed mouths were now agape and bending, almost as if they were melting at the corners of their mouths, into a frown of despair. The floor began to be layered with a film of blood that was coming from the mouth and eyes both the dolls and the man. Jason was now cowering towards the floor as the wailing of the dolls, sounding like screaming newborns, filled the room and his head until finally silence. The man looked his way, face soaked with blood, and looked him in the eyes. He looked at Jason almost pleadingly and whispered, “You killed my baby.”  