1) Marionette Doll
Long ago in a small town in France there lived a couple who loved each other very much. For years they had been trying to have a child, the couple were both also very devout Christians, and prayed every day for a child for over twenty years. but to no avail. Time was running out, they had started to grow old, and soon would no longer be able to have any children. One day, the husband went and kneeled in the local church early in the morning.
On his knees, he fervently prayed the same prayer he had been saying for all those years, but this time he added something, thinking perhaps they had been too picky before, though they hadn't but... "Oh Lord, please, let us have a child, even if he or she isn't perfect, we will love them with everything we have, please Lord. Amen." With that he returned to his home, taking off his cap and placing it on the coat rack as he greeted his wife with a kiss on her temple, she was preparing breakfast. Later that day there was a knock on the door to their home. The wife went to the door, opening it curiously, but there was no one in sight. She frowned glancing about before her eyes looked down, and spotted a parcel.
She picked it up, bringing it inside and called to her husband to come look at the package. The two examined it for a long time before the husband finally got a knife and cut the twine securing the package. Within they discovered a doll, about the size of a small child, and so very life-like. She smiled, admiring the pretty thing, fingers tracing the patterns in its silky clothes, the lovely white crosses emblazoned upon the black. They kept the doll, grooming it and keeping it placed on a shelf where it would sit and enjoy the sun, smiling at this gift, a 'son' for them they mused with sad smiles.
Years passed by, and they grew older, and eventually both passed on, the doll remaining as young and new as it was when it first came to them. The moment when the wife took her last breath, as her husband had passed on long before her, something miraculous occurred. The doll stirred, it blinked, it breathed in, its chest thumping, the sound of a heartbeat within, it lived. The song they had wanted had finally come to life...but it was too late for the couple...
Sometimes good things came too late.
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9) Voodoo Doll
Witch doctors are real. They are very real. You may not believe me, but heed my warning. Never steal from a witch doctor, you'll come to regret it. I did. I do. I was a normal boy at one point, I used to be like everybody else. Until Halloween night, several years ago. I remember that day so vividly. My friends and I were out halloween trick-or-treating. More so trick, messing with little kids, pranking people, teepee-ing houses of the old people on the street that hated kids. Then came the ultimate prank.
There were rumors that the old man that lived in the old house on the corner, gated up with iron gates, was a witch doctor. People always claimed to see him walking about shaking a wooden staff at night, or muttering spells at kids that walked by his house as he sat on the lawn behind the gates. Even the fast food delivery people were nervous to go to his house. And it wasn't a surprise, considering his house looked like one of those old spooky ones straight out of a horror novel.
Anyhow, back to the prank. My best bud thought it would be hilarious if one of us broke in to the old man's house and tried to find his staff and steal it, at least long enough to prove that the rumors were true before it was returned. The old man typically left his house gates open on Halloween for those trick-or-treaters brave enough to drop by, though it rarely if ever happened.
I felt a little bad for the guy, he probably was just misunderstood, but that wasn't enough for me to back out of the dare. I wasn't going to come off as a coward in front of all the guys. Though I did make sure to keep in mind to punch my bud when I finished the dare for picking me to do it.
So, I made myself to the gate, pushing it open and stepping into the house's lawn, walking up the path to the door, and peeking in. There was a light in what looked like a kitchen. I circled to the back instead, finding the hole in the back wall that people always talked about that you could see if you passed the gate on the back side of the house.
Squeezing myself through easily..maybe they had chosen me because I was the smallest? Probably. I sighed and continued on inwards, turning on the flash light I had brought with me, looking about. Seems I had ended up in a basement of sorts, and wow..the things in here. Animals skulls; jars full of eyeballs and who knew what other body parts; books, tons of books laying around, some open, some closed, most in stacks.
Okay..so maybe he just has odd hobbies, didn't mean the guy was a witch doctor right? Or so I tried to reassure myself, my eyes finding the staff eventually and walking over to grab it, only to trip over something that was laying on the ground and bump into a shelf. Now, in my defense, this shelf was pretty ancient looking all ready, so it's not my fault it broke and all the books and jars on it fell and shattered.
I cursed to myself, sitting up and scrambling to my feet, picking up the thing that I had tripped over. It looked like a doll of sorts? But..it was all stitched up and had pins and needles sticking in it. ...a voodoo doll... oh god. Oh god. OH GOD. M-Maybe he was a witch doctor after all-
My thoughts were cut off though as a light was turned on and the old man came storming down the stairs, wielding a cane, I smiled nervously as he spotted me, tossing the doll aside and backing up towards the hole slowly. Trying to think up some excuse to get out of this, but the man didn't look like he would believe anything I could possibly say.
He started muttering words, something I couldn't really make out, as I had turned away and was running back towards the hole. But I never did make it... You're probably wondering if I died or something right? Now, if that happened, I wouldn't be able to tell this story would I? Nah, I didn't die..but..let's just say, being stabbed repeatedly with needles, at least when you're on the receiving end, isn't as fun as it might seem.
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10) Ornament Doll
An angel for an angel. Fitting right?
An angel for an angel, the old man had said as he handed the pretty white clothed doll to his granddaughter on her birthday. Smiling at her squeal and tackle-hug of a response. Pleased she seemed to like the doll. It had taken him weeks to get this one made, but it had to be perfect, for his precious little angel, and it was worth all the time and bandaged fingers from needles going astray.
The doll was treasured by the girl for many years to come, long after her grandfather had passed away. The only memento she had left of the man, and the one thing she had that comforted her through all the tough and painful days of life. Through the years of being bullied and rejected by people in school for being the orphan girl. For not having any real family.
Her father and mother had died young in a car crash, and she had been raised by her maternal grandparents since the age of three. As her paternal ones had all ready passed. It was a tragic accident people always said, apologizing to her for her loss and acting as if they knew how it felt. But they didn't, all fake words and lies to try to make her feel better. Even as a young girl she knew this.
The only ones who knew the pain were her beloved grandparents, who had lost their only daughter and a wonderful son-in-law. But they still had her, they still had their angel, a lovely mix of bother her parents and a joy to their worlds. But even they couldn't protect her forever, they were old, and they soon enough passed. The grandmother first, the grandfather fought, wanting to stay alive so she wouldn't be alone, but even he fell. When she was fifteen, she was an orphan anew.
But she wasn't alone. No, she was never alone. She had her own angel to protect her, the cherished gift from her grandfather when she was eight. And he had stayed with her, through those years, through it all, and even when she had grown up and shown all those who had mocked her that she was strong, not a weak orphan, not a pathetic cry baby anymore.
He stayed with her long after she herself had gotten married and had children, long after she had watched them grow up and have kids of their own. Until the day she died, he stayed with her, her one angel, forever guarding her, forever there for her, the only one who loved her those years she had no one.
She had but one wish on her deathbed that night, that night when she knew she was going, that her frail body finally settled and told her it was almost over. She kept that doll with her on her bed and wished just one wish.
"Please..make him a real angel..let him continue to protect people as he had me..."
And God decided to favor the girl, no the dying woman now, and granted her wish. When her children came to check on her for lunch, they found her gone, but she looked so peaceful. The softest and happiest expression and smile upon her face as she lay there. The doll she had always cherished missing though.
Till this day, no one knows what happened to the doll.
No one but her and him that is.
"..ah..so...my wish was granted..." She murmured smiling as she gazed at the male sitting on her bed, holding her hand.
He smiled a small pained smile and nodded, kissing her frail hand as he brought it to his lips.
"It's time to go Sera...I'll guide you and keep you safe as I always have..I promise."
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