*This is the sequel to my story “Cathleen’s creepy doll” and is the sixth tale in my story “31 horrific Halloween tales” told from different perspectives. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*
Introduction
B and Estella were two teens who possessed a single rag doll that had the appearance of a clown.
This clown doll was being held by a little girl by the name of Anahi. Anahi was sitting in the backseat of the car, holding the doll.
Estella had been trapped in the doll for a long time. B had been kept prisoner longer than her.
Both wanted to escape.
Estella had a plan.
But B wouldn’t like it.
Chapter One
AT ANAHI’S HOUSE
Anahi had carelessly left the clown doll (whom she had named “Binky Slinky” on B’s request) lying on her bed.
Estella whispered to B:
“We have to kill her older brother. He’s the way out.”
To which B only stared at her in shock and backed away, not trusting her presence in the slightest.
“I know that it sounds crazy, but-“
“It won’t work. He’s got nothing to do with this.”
“Yes he does.”
“How?”
Chapter Two
“You saw how he acted when Anahi got the doll!”
“He acted exactly how you did when Cathleen got the doll.”
Estella cringed. He wasn’t wrong. Like Nico, she feared the presence of the clown doll and tried everything in her power to get rid of it, but it kept conjuring out of nowhere.
But she died after everything involving it. She couldn’t be there for Cathleen anymore.
So why should he be around for Anahi?
“This isn’t about us, is it?” B asked.
“You didn’t even hear the rest of my-“
“This is about you. You want to kill him for his sister. You miss Cathleen. But you can’t replace her with-“
“I’m not replacing her.” Estella whispered, curling into a ball on the ground. She wasn’t in the mood to talk anymore.
“It’s going to be okay. We’ve got each other.”
“You don’t even remember your own name. How do you expect me to be chill with being trapped in a clown doll forever?”
B went silent after that.
Chapter Three
Estella tapped her knees. B left her alone, so she had to think of ways to kill Nico. Ways in which Anahi wouldn’t find out.
But what? What could she do? Run him over with a car?
She tried lifting the arms of the doll, like a puppeteer would with their marionettes, but this proved futile.
Estella should have known that this wouldn’t work. She and B couldn’t move the doll on their own. That was up to whoever was holding it.
So what?
What then?
Chapter Four
Estella smiled as Anahi slept peacefully. It was night now. She placed the doll on a high shelf, so that nothing would happen to it.
She needn’t worry, though.
Estella would take care of everything…
Chapter Five
She wanted the doll to grow into the size of a man, the size of a human, a breathing, living human-
She caught sight of herself in Anahi’s mirror. Staring back at her was a clown, with blue eyes just like her own.
It was go time.
Chapter Six
She knocked on the door of Nico’s room.
Huh. No response. That was highly rude of him.
Estella could hear heavy, frightened breathing coming the other side of the door. Really, he should calm down.
She couldn’t wait any longer.
She burst open the door.
Chapter Seven
He stared up at her in pure fear. Her smile only grin wider. He was such a fool, that little boy. How dare he treated his little sister like that! One had to be kind to their younger siblings!
What a silly, silly fool.
She stepped closer and smelled the sweet scent of his sweat…
Chapter Eight
His skin was delicate and she had to be extremely careful when applying it to her body, but she found that it fit perfectly.
Estella had torn apart Nico into pieces, his screams not once waking up his family. She put a piece of flesh on her claw, just to feel it, and found that it melded into the plush exterior perfectly as if it were her own skin.
So that was what she was doing. Covering herself with his own flesh so that Anahi wouldn’t suspect a thing.
She had been horrible to Cathleen, but she wouldn’t be to Anahi.
Not now.
Not ever again.
Chapter Nine
She did it. She went along and did it. She killed Nico anyway.
George thought that Estella would change her mind, but of course she didn’t.
She didn’t understand the true horror of death and of murder.
Now nothing could be done.
Chapter Ten
Anahi didn’t suspect a thing. Why would she? As far as she was concerned, her big brother Nico loved her very much.
And yet, Estella didn’t feel too good about it. Every night, she thought about how Nico’s eyes went wide as she gnashed his flesh with her teeth, and how his scream died in his throat. She could still taste the blood in her-no, it wasn’t her mouth, just as this wasn’t her body. She was in the body of a monster.
Was Estella becoming a monster…too?
Chapter Eleven
George could still remember how Gavin clutched his hand, how his eyes widened in fear when Talia edged nearer to them, till they were cornered, till Gavin lay dead in his arms.
“B! I need your help!”
B snapped out of his trance. That life was done now.
He had to help Estella now.
Chapter Twelve
“I...I I killed Nico and-“
“I know. I know that you killed Nico.”
“And I feel really bad about it. What do I do?”
“B? Hello? Why aren’t you answering me?”
George sighed, staring at his knees. He couldn’t help her. It was already done. There was nothing she could do.
“B?”
“My name isn’t B. It’s George.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Estella, I’m ready to show you everything. Take my hand.”
“How?”
“Just trust me.”
George outstretched his hand and Estella took it.
He was ready for her to know.
Chapter Fourteen
He imagined himself back in the moment…back in the murder…back to the deaths…
“Where are we?”
“We’re at my house.”
Chapter Fifteen
There was nothing in the living room. It was complete silence.
Then, George watched as his alive self clutched the hand of Gavin. The two of them kept looking behind, running as quickly as they could.
“Not to be rude, but why is everything in this house so old looking? Why are you two dressed in old fashioned clothes?” Estella asked.
“It was 1924 when it happened.” George replied hoarsely. He could barely speak about the event, let alone watch it.
But he had to face it, one way or another.
Chapter Sixteen
The brothers backed into a corner, looking up at a young woman with short black hair and light blue eyes. She wore a string of pearls on her neck and a hot pink dress.
The woman smiled down at them, her eyes crazily moving about.
“You took everything from me! EVERYTHING!” She shrieked, still smiling.
“Now, I’ll take everything from you.”
Chapter Seventeen
Talia took Gavin in her arms and strangled him. George watched in despair as the moment was being replayed in front of him, his little brother’s legs dangling helplessly in the air.
“Why is she killing him?!” Estella asked. She tightly gripped George’s hand.
“Jealousy. She did it over jealousy.”
Gavin’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. His legs ceased to kick.
He was dead.
Chapter Eighteen
Talia walked towards the panicking George, sharp nails reaching for his skin and then she slashed him deeply, blood spewing onto the ground and tainting the vision of Estella and the George standing next to her.
The George that was attacked by Talia didn’t move.
“What was she jealous about?”
Talia propped the dead George on a table and began to dress him in a clown costume.
“She loved my father, I think. But he didn’t love her back and as a result, she did this.”
“What has this got to do with me?”
“Murder causes problems. There is no solution in murder. Don’t you get it?”
He didn’t mean to ask that question so coldly. It was just that she seemed like such an unfeeling leech, just like Talia, who caused so much destruction in her wake.
But she wasn’t. She was just misguided, wasn’t she?
Chapter Nineteen
The world blurred around Estella. She suspected that George was taking them back to the present, away from the past.
She thought about Nico, who was afraid of the toy just like she was, and how she brutally murdered him without a second thought, and how she masqueraded in his own skin. Wasn’t that just vile and sick? How would she feel if Nico did the same to her?
Not too great.
But it was already done. Nothing could change the fact that she murdered him.
Unless…she told Anahi the truth!
Chapter Twenty
“What if I told Anahi the truth? That I killed Nico? That I did out of some twisted act of justice?”
“That won’t change things. If anything, it will make what you did worst. She’ll hate you forever.”
“Then what was the use of you showing me all that?”
“So you’re aware.”
“Why? Because you’re better than me? Because you’re good? Because you’re holier than thou? Are those the reasons? Huh?”
George didn’t respond. He wasn’t trying anything on her. He really thought that it might be better on her conscience if she were aware. It certainly would for him.
He wouldn’t know the term if he had died the natural way. But because this was not the case, he learned many phrases and sayings over the years and decades.
“Alright, fine. Tell her then. Why did you even ask me in the first place?”
George turned away from Estella.
Maybe it would be best if he just left her alone.
A little tear slipped out of his eye.
He missed talking to someone…
Epilogue
Estella told Anahi what had happened on Christmas Eve. Miraculously, she had forgiven her. Estella wasn’t even possessing Binky Slinky anymore. She was free now. Nico was free too and paid Anahi a visit.
Perhaps that is why she was forgiven. Because Anahi had gotten to see her brother again.
But George was still all alone, trapped in the doll, unable to see Gavin or his parents again.
The plan only worked for Estella.
Not him.
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