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It was a nice sunny and warm summer day when a girl named Emily got a packet from her grandmother. After taking the packet inside the little 10-year-old girl started tearing it open. All the shiny silver wrapping paper was now on the floor ruined. Her mother sighed. The wrapping paper couldn't be used again. Emily looked at the box she had received. Standing inside the box was a doll. Doll with long curled midnight blue hair, sky blue dress and pale skin. Emily took the doll out of the box to take a better look at it.
"It's so beautiful..." She breathes in enchantment. She allows her hand to slide along the long blue hair. "Mom, can I go to play with her?" Emily asks, turning to look at her mother.
"Of course honey. Go ahead." Emily took off and ran to her room to play with the doll. The blue doll had no name so as her mom asked Emily what name she has, she said that she isn't sure yet. For the first few weeks Emily spent most of her waking time with the doll but soon she started to lose interest as her birthday was coming up. She wanted to have something new and better. Her parents didn't know why but every time they were around the blue doll they'd feel this dark aura and got shivers going up their backs. After a month Emily had completely lost interest in the doll and it was forgotten on one of the shelves in her room. Her mother could only imagine how expensive it was, so she asked about it when Emily's grandmother came for a visit.
"Oh it wasn't that expensive. As I found it from the floor of the store I was visiting, the seller gave it with a lower price." She answered her question. Mother sighed in relief.
"That's good to hear. Emily has been losing her interest completely off the doll."
"I understand that. Emily is still a young girl after all. They lose interest fast." Grandmother says. It was constant. Emily's mother would feel eyes on her back when she was making her morning coffee, only to find no one behind her when she turned around. Emily's father felt like someone was disturbing his sleep by standing in the bedroom. Normally a safe and sound house felt like it was full of whispers and footsteps at night time. Daytime wasn't as bad, but it felt better to be at work than back home.
One night the mother went inside the kitchen for a glass of water, only to find all the cabinets open. When she was filling the glass she felt the same ominous feeling on her back and turned around, shutting the faucet at the same time. No one. She turns back around, only to find the doll sitting on the counter with her neck crooked to the side. She’s quick to leave the kitchen and hide under the covers.
On the following day the family hears odd noises coming from the pipes that run in the ceiling. Papers in the father’s office are thrown around when he goes in there. He finds out that at least two important documents are missing. Later those documents are found in Emily’s room. Three calls to an unknown number have been made from the family’s house phone.
A week after the grandmother's visit, Emily's parents were tucking her into bed. They could feel the strange aura in the girls' room, stronger than what it was around the house. After parents left the room Emily could also feel the weird aura, but she decided to ignore it as she was pretty sleepy and probably just imagining stuff. Emily was just about to fall asleep when she heard how someone with a lulling voice was calling her name.
"Emily~" It said. The girl tried to brush it off but just couldn't. As the voice kept on coming she started to toss and turn on her bed.
"Just go away!" Emily says.
"I can't. You said we are friends~" Emily tucks her head under her pillow and shuts her eyes tightly. “Get up.” The same voice commands and Emily shoots up on her bed and turns to look at the window. The moon brought light into the dark room and the thin curtains were flying in the weak wind. There, on the open window was sitting a girl, who looked exactly like the doll. She was staring right at Emily.
“Who are you? And what are you doing in my room?” She leans away from the window.
“We both know exactly why I’m here.”
The girl's eyes glowed a blue light. She stood up and took something out of her pocket. "If you'll be a good little girl, this will all be over faster than you think, but if you scream-" The girl shoves a long boning knife on her face. "-this will be a long painful process that you are not going to like."
Emily's eyes are wide open as she stares at the sharp object on the girls’ hand. She would have never even thought of being in a situation like this. She was scared and she wanted to scream. The girl makes another movement and Emily jumps out of the bed and past her. The girl slowly turns around and then jumps Emily, when she has made it to the door. It’s slightly open and the noises from Emily’s room can be carried out into the rest of the house.
"We have a runner huh?" Emily is turned onto her back and the sharp knife is pushed through her skin. It sinks in and she lets out a blood chilling scream. The girl puts a hand on her stomach and calmly continues on with her mission. She carves a square on her stomach and then with skilled movement a piece by piece cuts her skin off before moving to what is under the flesh. Emily kept on screaming for help. The girl took a grip of Emily's organs as the hole was deep enough. She pulled them out and held them in front of the girl's face.
"Looks tasty doesn't it?" Emily felt like vomiting and her feelings got even worse when the girl cut her organs off from her. She would've thrown her hands around, perhaps either hide her face or throw punches at the girl, but she couldn't. Her hands were "bound" to the floor. As if some invisible force was holding them in place. After ripping her bowel out, the girl threw them across the room, hitting the wall.
“By the way. When I’m done with you, I’m taking that with me.” Emily’s eyes spot what the girl is pointing at. A brown haired doll sits at one of the corners of the room.
“No! You can’t take that one.”
“Trust me. When I’m done, no one’s telling me what to do here." The door flew open when Emily let another scream, seeing as another part of her organs was present to her face. Her parents stopped in their tracks when they could see what was going on. Their daughter, on the floor with face red and wet from tears and an unknown person pulling her organs out. A wide grin forms itself on her face.
"Daddy.... mommy.... help.... me...." Emily pleads, tears running down her face.
"Get your hands off her!" Emily's father said, taking action and leaping forwards, making the girl jump off of Emily and get her some distance. She then takes a boost from the floor and jumps forward at the father, blunching the knife onto his neck. Emily's mother screamed as her husband fell down on the ground, his neck bleeding.
"Oh gosh!!"
"Scream and run."
"I-I'm calling the police and t-the ambulance!" The mother runs out of the room to get her phone. The girl walks to the father and takes the knife off. She slams it into his chest and slashes a hole around where his heart is. She cuts it out and takes it onto her hand. Father's eyes lose their light and his breathing stops right after the girl has made a slice on his lungs. The girl takes out a plastic bag from her pocket and puts the mans' heart into it while whistling to herself. Then she walks back to Emily.
"What a bummer they interrupted us, isn't it?~" She says. Emily takes quick breaths, while she still can. She wishes this was all just a horrible nightmare she would wake up soon. "So sad that our play is coming to its end. Don't you agree?~" The girl put her knife on Emily's chest but then stopped to think.
"Should I cut a hole or just stab you?" The girl soon shrugs her shoulders and stabs her. After that she makes her nails grow longer and sharp like knives. She puts her hand through Emily's chest and takes her heart out, putting it into the bag soon after. Just like her father, Emily took her last breath before dying. The room became quiet. The girl put her fingers, now without the nails, inside of Emily and got her fingers bloody. After that she wrote to the wall, with big letters, the words: "I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS"
"Marvelous. Now, where's the mother?~" The girl walks out of the room. The mother is by the door but turns around when she comes out. She runs her knife along the wall as she walks after the mother. The mother falls down the stairs and then crawls back up and takes off to the parents bedroom. When the girl opens the door, she finds the mother sitting on the corner of the room with a gun pointing right at the door. Her eyes were wide and she looked like she was going out of her mind as the serial killer was standing right in front of her.
"I-I called the police... There's nothing you can do anymore!" She lets out a shaky laugh. The gun was shaking on her hands.
"Really? What a bummer." The girl walks closer to her. The mother pulls the trigger. The killer drops onto her knees, holding her stomach before she falls on the floor. The mother lowers her weapon and slowly stands up. It isn't until she hears laughter. The girl raises up and then straightens her position. She throws her head back, laughing, before making eye contact with the woman in the corner.
"Did you actually think that would work?~" She shows the bullet between her pointer and middle finger.
"W-who are you?!!"
“I wasn’t going to tell you, but since you asked… nah. You don’t need to know." The girl walks right in front of the mother. "Let's put the gun away, shall we~" The girl looks at the gun and then back at the mother while slowly taking the gun out her hand.
"What kind of person would do such a horrible thing?!" The girl was quiet for a moment.
"Someone, who is after revenge." An insane smile grew on the girl's face. The mothers’ eyes wide with realization. "Really couldn’t figure that one out?~" She points the gun at the woman's forehead and just when mother realizes what is going to happen, a bullet goes through her forehead.
"And Minlia strikes again!~" The girl, Minlia, throws her knife on mother's chest.
"Just... end... me... al...ready..." Mother tried to say with the hard breaths.
"Hmm~ You are really tough. Should I?~" The killer says and takes her knife out of mothers' chest. Woman's breaths started to slow down. "Wouldn't it be nice to live the rest of your life traumatized as you heal in the hospital?~"
"Please... Just..."
"Just what?~" Insane smile on the girl's face grows and she tilts her head. She raised her right hand with the knife on the side of her face.
"End... it..."
"Whaat?~" Minlia puts her knife against woman's chest. "Victims who beg for death are boring. Have some fight." Her face is dark she doesn't wear her smile anymore. "The ones that cry and scream at the same time as they try to look brave are the best." Her smile is back as she stabs mother's' chest the knife going between her ribs. Again and again. Between every single one. Woman's chest was full of holes by the time she's done. The last one went through her heart. She can hear sirens outside. The girl takes her knife off letting the woman bleed until her death.
"Why...."
"Why?~ What do you mean why? You know why." The girl took a woman's heart out the way that the blood vessels came with it. She cuts it off and tilts her head upwards. She wrings blood out of the organ into her mouth. "Because some people, especially the likes of you, deserve it."
As all the liquid is dried out she puts the organ into her mouth and tears it in half with her hand and teeth. Blue and red light shine into the house as she walks to the back door. Opens it and puts her mask on.
"Minlia 11, the police... 0~" Walking off into the dark forest coming back only when she feels the need to.