Town of The Dolls

I remember the dolls, they were beautiful boys and girls. They felt like soft stone and you could change their hair and clothes at a whim. In their backs you could place in cartridges that spun if you wound them. They would dance for you or play instruments depending on the cartridge. They sat in a corner when done, eyes closed and asleep until the next wind up. Sometimes…they did not remain there.

The night it happened I awoke to the smell of smoke and fire. It was so dark I could hardly see. Then I saw her…in sillouette against the fire’s light, standing there cold and staring. One hand was removed and in place of the other, a glimmer of metal and teeth. It was a blade from my father’s workshop, it oozed red from the tips…I screamed.

Her eyes narrowed and mouth opened, I could hear the mechanics and whirring coming from inside her. I ran for the window and climbed out as she moved steadily closer. I had to sneak across the roof and climb down the trellis. When I reached the ground I ran while clinging to my teddy bear and screamed for my parents. I looked around at the other houses, they also burned while others ran from the dolls that came for them. I heard the door open and the sound of her gears, I cried as I ran into and down the alley passing carriages and bodies until I reached the woods. It was days before I came out of hiding and escaped.

I would think of the day and I still shiver and want to wretch at the memories. I only say this now because as I was making my way to the old amusement park for maintanence, the clouds turned dark and I saw her again…today.

:story written by SabryneRhode:

 

Location: Arranmore

COCO DOLL

Hand attachment: [hate this] the amputator

You can find it here at Remnant. Dark Days it opens on November 17th.

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