The following week was marred by strange events: electronics turning on and off, things being moved, and that creepy doll being placed in weird locations and positions.

Not to get off point, but it’s hard to tell what Sandy was thinking with that doll. The porcelain gave it the appearance of having the skin of a corpse with fisheyes to match. The hair had a weird artificial look that was hard to truly describe. The face carried a smirk that can only be described as mocking and contemptuous. The doll’s little suit with dress shorts was also a strong choice.

Back on topic, these events were mainly attributed to Nick. This led to increasing tensions between Nick and his parents when he strongly denied any hand in it and kept blaming a seemingly inanimate doll.

Nick was tempted to destroy or otherwise get rid of the doll but feared the consequences since the doll spent most nights since its arrival whispering them in his ears.

This continued until the cursed doll over played its hand. You see the doll fed on the strife it caused its victims, more strife leads to more food and thus more power. As the doll used a variation of this world’s power system that utilized strife instead of more common fear. The doll got greedy and wanted the complete dissolution of the family unit. It overestimated the strife it caused and underestimated the bonds between them.

It rushed to the climax, a common mistake among amateur story tellers and a rare one among those with its experience, but mistakes do happen. The doll set the scene: Alex went to the store to get supplies for dinner after calling out his departure. The doll silenced the announcement with its ability to cause hallucinations. Then he used the ability to create a hallucination of Alex in his wife’s and son’s minds.

“Nick, get your a*s down here! I’m tired of your sh*t and I’m putting an end to it right now!” Hallucination Alex screamed from the living room.

“What are you doing?!” Sandy yelled while frantically stomping down the stairs.

“Getting ready to teach my disrespectful sh*t of a son some discipline.” The hallucination sneered.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Sandy said with a horrified look on her face.

“Get out of my way! If he’s not coming down, I’ll go up there myself.” The hallucination told sandy before stomping out of the living room. The doll used telekinesis to make it seem like the hallucination pushed her to the ground to get her out of the way. The hallucination then raised its hand to strike Sandy to really sell the moment and when it did a look of realization came over her.

“Who are you? You’re not my husband. He would never act like this, not in a million years.” Sandy stated with the same amount of certainty as she had in the fact that the sky was blue.

“Tch. How sloppy of me. Well, it was fun while it lasted, but it’s time to clean up and move on.” The hallucination told the woman before fading away. Sandy then saw the doll sitting on the coach and had a realization.

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Fredrick Schmidt AKA Fredrick the Killer Doll

“You hear that ringing bell Ann?”

Grade C

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“Fredrick?” the woman questioned clearly confused, then a look of horror overcame her face, “Nick was telling the truth all this time?”

“Fraid so, but don’t be too hard on yourself, the smoke is a killer.” The doll’s voice rang out through the air.

She rushed up the stairs to Nick’s bedroom to get him out of the house. She was thrown into the wall next to the stairs several times on her way up. She was lucky that the doll liked to play with its food and that it underestimated her resolve. The fact that it was daytime, which weakened the creature also helped.

Sandy burst into her son’s room, swept him up in his blanket, then jumped backwards through the second story window to protect Nick from the glass and absorb the fall. The adrenaline helped her continue to run away from the danger. After running for several blocks, she reached for her phone to find out where Alex was and tell him what had happened. Her face turned a stark white when she found her pockets empty.

She was tempted to try to intercept her husband on his way home but was too worried to bring her son anywhere near that house and didn’t want to leave him unprotected. She also had no way to know where her husband went or if he was even alive. She started running for the police station to get help and possibly get them to contact her husband.

Back at the house Alex had arrived home and saw one of the windows broken. Which sent him into panic, and he rushed inside fearing for his family. When he passed through the door a knife was launched into his throat. It seems like the doll was not playing anymore after its last prey got away.

Hours later, Sandy came to get everything she needed from the house in the safety of being in public and with company. There were unwritten rules enforced by some people that were listened to when they talked that summed up to keeping the secret world secret. As she was leaving, she heard a voice in her ear.

“You got away from me, but you won’t survive the Night.” The voice whispered.

Sandy decided to let any thought of vengeance go at this point and just focus on raising her son.

When she got back to her car, she took Nick and left the city entirely. That night she spread a bag of salt around the hotel room and didn’t sleep for the entirety of the night, hoping the entire time that salt would work. When the sun rose the next day, she set out on the first day of her new life as a single mother and as a person aware of what was truly out there.

Current Equipment:

Head:

[The Black Wasp Jackal’s Face]

Earrings:

[]

Necklace:

[The Energy Baron’s Stomach]

Clothes:

[Suit of Armor]

[Muscle Shirt]

Rings:

[The Mentalism Ring]

[Succubus’ Kiss]

[Mena’s Book]

Bracelets:

[]

Shoes:

[Cement Shoes]

Armaments:

[Weaver’s First Armament]

[Sense Cane]

[Holy Straight Razor]

Storage:

[Various Essences]

[Chi Organ]

[Various Murder Weapons]

[Green Thumb]

[Glass Eye]