User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-26030628-20151015030224

In an old fashioned town in England, a little girl, whose name we do not know nor need to know, saunters down a barren, cobble-stone street. In her hand she carries a doll she will often refer to as “Mr. Fluffykins”.

“How are you Mr. Fluffykins?”

The girl looked down and opened her mouth as if she were to speak to her doll again, but the clearing of a boy’s throat interrupted her. She looked up, and saw two boys before her, sneering.

“Well, what do we have here? A poor little girl and her doll!” one of them sniggered. The other nodded with a malicious smile on his face.

The girl stopped her sauntering, but did not react to the boys’ snide remarks. Frustrated at her lack of emotion, the one with the malicious smile ripped the doll out of her hands. The girl wasted not a second and shrieked, “Careful with Mr. Fluffykins! He might hurt you!”

The boys laughed a hearty laugh.

“Oh this thing? Save me! Save me!” They continued their hysterics until the doll started to growl. It howled. It moaned. Then the noise shifted to laughter as it died with a groan.

The boys stopped laughing and looked at each other with a confused countenance. Then they regained a bit of their composure. They a slight snicker. The one with the malicious smile turned to the girl and said, “Really? You think cheap sound effects will scare us off? Not- “

The boys barely had enough time to widen their eyes, much less comprehend what was happening as the doll seemed to tear apart from the inside. The creature that was inside raked clawed hands across their chests, shredding them open.

The little girl looked around in disgust.

“Mr. Fluffykins! You destroyed another doll!”