The Dolls

A Story by Fantasy Crazy

{Inspired by a short horror stories book} A young girl named Maya has always wanted to make a doll just like the lady who made them, she wanted to make it prettier than her favorite doll, Wendy.

Welcome To Miss Fenny's Dollhouse!

Little Maya looked up at the sign and smiled, Miss Fenny had told her that she could make a doll on her seventh birthday! Maya thought this was the best birthday present ever! Maya skipped straight into the light brown house on the hill. The inside of the house felt as if it was made for her, she would stay there forever if she could. Maya smiled and skipped right up to Miss Fenny, "Miss Fenny! Miss Fenny!" She chanted.

"Yes, dear?"

"It's my birthday! Can I make a doll?"

"Oh! Of course, I'm sure you'll make the perfect doll!"

Miss Fenny asked Maya what she wanted the doll to look like, Maya explained that she wanted it to have the same hair color as her own, a nice honey brown and it had to be down with a braid as a headband. She also decided on a fabric that went yellow into green for the dress, and lastly, she wanted her to have blue eyes.

"Okay Maya," Miss Fenny started, "Would you like some cookies?"

Maya looked down at the plate of chocolate cookies and nodded furiously, she grabbed one from the plate and quickly shoved it in her mouth.

Suddenly, she couldn't move. Maya tried to move her arm, but she couldn't, it was as if she was weighed down by three thousand elephants. Soon enough, Miss Fenny walked out. She held a scalpel, a knife and a spoon. Maya sat confused, she couldn't talk either.

Miss Fenny stepped towards Maya, "You'll make the prettiest doll." She said to her, Maya tried to run, she was terrified. Miss Fenny held the knife to the inside of Maya's arm and started to cut it. She cut straight to the bone, and continued to tear it open. Maya couldn't help but watch, for she couldn't move her head. Miss Fenny ripped out all the veins and innards and threw them to the side, forming a crimson stain on the wooden floor.

Miss Fenny continued to rip out Maya's innards, "The prettiest doll, the prettiest doll."

Soon enough, Miss Fenny was done with Maya's body, Maya found that she could not die, it'll never be over. Miss Fenny grabbed the spoon and scooped out Maya's chocolate brown eyes and replaced them with brand new blue ones. She then did her hair just as Maya had described.

Seven years later, a little girl named Amanda skipped into Miss Fenny's living room. She skipped right over to her favorite doll, Maya, she had always thought she was the prettiest. Maya watched as the girl touched her feet, though she still couldn't move it made her happy to have human contact. Amanda then skipped to Miss Fenny.

"Miss Fenny! Miss Fenny!" She chanted.

"Yes, dear?"

"It's my birthday! Can I make a doll?"

"Oh! Of course, I'm sure you'll make the perfect doll!"

© 2015 Fantasy Crazy

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems. GORE!!

My Review

Would you like to review this Story?
Login | Register

Reviews

Coyote Poetry

I enjoyed the tale. Create interesting story line and characters. I liked how you made each scene come alive. Thank you for sharing the excellent story. Dolls can make scary and wonderful story.
Coyote