*The very last origin story from my story:”Eloise-the demented doll woman.” I’m doing origin stories for:”The misadventures of a man named Lucifer” next.
Once upon a time, there was a thirteen year old girl named Katlin. For fun, she and her Mom visited a town called:"Nightmare Hill." Her little sister, Marcie, stayed home. Their Dad was there to take care of her.
But that's not important. Now, back to the story.
Katlin and her Mom went out to Nightmare Hill, like any other mother-daughter outing.
However, they decided to visit a run-down boutique they never visited before called:"Eloise's Boutique." It was a common paranormal spot to visit and they wanted to find adventure.
When they got to the boutique, Katlin's mother spent most of her time viewing the dusty clothing displays and out of fashion, dirty clothes.
Katlin wanted to see more, so she went to the backroom of the store. Even if she was told not to go back there, she still did anyway.
She immediately regretted it. Walking in that room felt like she was walking in a crime scene. She could have sworn that people were kidnapped, tortured and murdered in this dark, spooky, distant backroom.
Or maybe she was just paranoid from watching too many horror movies, crime shows and murder mystery movies. It was probably just a regular backroom. After all, this used to be a clothing boutique! Clothing boutiques weren't supposed to be scary...
The light flicked on.
"Who turned the light on?" Katlin asked no one in particular.
"Me." A voice said behind her.
She turned around. A tall, blond mannequin in a black dress stared back at her.
"I'm Eloise. I'm dead. But don't be scared of me. I need the help of a young girl like you to turn me into a human. Would you be so kind as to help me become a human?" Eloise asked.
Katlin took one long look at her. She didn't trust Eloise. A stranger asking for her help was...strange. Especially if it was the ghost of a grown woman in the form of a mannequin asking for her, a young, thirteen year old girl for help.
When she sized up Eloise, she got BIG RED FLAGS in her mind that screamed:STRANGER DANGER! STRANGER DANGER!
"No." Katlin said.
"Very well. If that's how you feel." Eloise said coldly. The whole room felt like it dropped a temperature.
Eloise grabbed scissors from the dusty and dirty sewing table and advanced towards Katlin.
Katlin closed her eyes and screamed. She thought she'd die for she sure.
But then, conveniently, Katlin's mother walked in.
"Why are you back here, Katlin? Why were you screaming?" She asked.
Katlin opened her eyes. Eloise wasn't there. Just her concerned mother.
Katlin tried explaining to her what happened and she apologized multiple times for going in the backroom. She cried, too.
"It's okay, Katlin. You were just curious. But when we get home, you're not watching any of that kind of dark stuff in a while. Look at what it's doing to you! Making you see crazy doll women! You're watching much lighter movies and shows from now on." Her Mom said.
Katlin stopped trying to explain it to her. It was no use. She didn't believe her.
But that didn't matter. Katlin was just glad that she was alive.
She'd listen to her mother more often from now on...