*This is the story of a character from my “The doll” stories. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*
Once in 1864, there was a ten year old girl named Rose Davidson.
Rose had no siblings and no wealth, but she did have two loving parents who cared about her deeply and that was all that mattered.
Her father had a job, a strange job. One neither she nor her mother knew about.
Every day, he’d go off to his mysterious job. Rose would sometimes think about all of the jobs he could possibly be doing. Mining? Officer?
She really didn’t know.
But his peculiar job was worth it because one day, all of his hard work had paid off. They were moving to a splendid mansion, much more stately than their simple cabin.
The house had beautiful rose gardens and marble statues. The inside was even more marvelous! There was red velvet carpeting and such fine furniture everywhere! There were paintings of beautiful people and landscapes, crystal chandeliers that cast a honey glow everywhere, and the scent of flowers was sweetly in the air.
Rose was even given a lovely porcelain doll with curly brown hair in a green silk dress from her father. It wasn’t even her birthday.
She clutched her new doll, Chrysanthemum, she would call her, close, walking around the house, admiring the atmosphere, until…
She smelled something. An overwhelming stench of…something.
Rose followed the scent, confused. Why was such a rotten stench in the air?
It was coming from one of the closed doors of a room in the mansion.
She opened the door…
All around her were piles and piles of rotting bodies ,one of them being her mother. Masses upon masses of awful, bloody, broken bodies…so many…bodies.
“FATHER! C-COME UP HERE!” She screamed frantically, unable to run. She was rooted to the ground.
“Father?” Rose asked in a quieter and smaller voice.
Where was he?
“I didn’t want it to come to this.” Her father said.
Come to what? What did he mean?
She turned around, holding Chrysanthemum tighter.
“Father?” Rose asked.
She didn’t want to believe it.
She didn’t want to see it.
But there he was, holding an ax. An ax stained with blood.
“Did you..kill them all?” Rose asked.
“How could you?”
“I had to. For your sake. For your mother’s.”
What kind of a job would allow murder?
Rose turned back to her mother, lying on the ground, eyes gone, mouth gaping.
“But you…you killed my mother…”
“And I’m deeply sorry for it. Rose, please. Don’t scream.” He said, taking a step closer.
Her mind flared, fear going up times a hundred.
He was going to kill her, just like he did with her mother.
Rose tried to run, screaming, but he grabbed her arm.
She screamed louder, clutching Chrysanthemum even tighter and closer. She wouldn’t let her go, no matter what.
“Shut your mouth, Rose!” He cried out.
She tried to escape, but he pinned her against the ground and clamped a sweaty hand over her mouth.
Why was he doing this? Why was he killing her? Why… She was going to die…
With shaking hands, he took out needles and thread…what was he…
He…he was…it hurt so much…it…hurt..
He was stitching her mouth shut.
She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t cry. She couldn’t move. She could only watch in mortification as he sliced her body, one slice and then another, until she couldn’t feel a thing.
Legend has it that Rose still haunts the house, possessing her doll and scaring away those who dare enter the house.
She is called “Shut your mouth Rose” and if one went down the hallway she died in, they could hear her screaming and screaming, till her screams were abruptly cut off.
Characters in Gacha Club:
(Blood in second picture)
Rose Davidson (alive):
Rose Davidson (now):
Chrysanthemum (real) (I made this story based off a doll I own. Don’t worry, the real thing isn’t actually haunted):
The back of Chrysanthemum: