Vengeance
It was Friday the 13th and I just finished watching a horror movie. I love horror movies and like the feeling of being scared because I know I’m safe. My plush doll always keeps me safe. I keep it with me all the time. I used to have two dolls but daddy made me throw one away. It wasn’t an easy choice and I still miss my other doll. But I was brave and didn’t cry when I threw him in the dumpster.
As I’m getting ready for bed the power suddenly turns off. It’s pitch black and I can’t see anything. I’m holding my doll tight as I search for my phone. Ouch, something pinched my shoulder. I grab my phone and turn on the flashlight. I take a quick look around but do not notice anything weird. But then I hear a sound. It’s a zipper, slowly closing and opening whatever it is surrounded by. The zipper starts going faster and faster and I start running towards my bed. An immense pain enters my knee and I fall down. I cry and realise I’m not holding my doll anymore. As I’m searching for her I hear a high pitched laughter in the background. I find my doll but it’s just her body. Her head has been torn off.
Two purplish-pink eyes are staring at me from a small distance. When I’m about to shine my flashlight on it I feel a pain I have never experienced before. It’s in my heart. I can’t move and the phones slides out of my hand. Hitting the ground sideways, the flashlight shines towards those eyes which are now much closer to me. I see a small black figure, with those bright eyes and a golden zipper as mouth. And I recognise it immediately. My old doll. It has a needle in its shoulder, a fork in its knee and a knife through its heart. Banette stood there, smiling over me as I gasped my last breath.