"I...I am not sure,"Jeff answered his mother. He was wondering who would send an abomination like that to him as well. "You sure the package didn't come with a return label?"
"As far as I know, it does not." Ms. Barclay frowned. "I don't suppose there is any way to find out either. What do you want to do with this doll?"
"It' a Good Guy Doll," Jeff explained."I know Mina and Nina love collecting dolls so I will hand this one over to them tomorrow. I mean, who doesn't want a Good Guy doll?"
Mina and Nina Pierce were their thirteen year old next door neighbors. They were cheery and upbeat gals unlike most teenagers in the area. After all ,their birthday was a few days ago and Jeff wasn't able to make it. He lied that he had prior engagements, but he had snuck over to a late night party at Alexis Rivers's house.
"Sounds good." His mother nodded before she made her way upstairs.
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"Sorry, but I don't want your creepyass face staring at me when I am trying to sleep."
Jeffrey put away the Good Guy Doll, still in its box to reserve the mint condition, inside his closet as he got ready for bed. Once he finished his business, he shed his clothing and slipped inside his bed. He suddenly leapt up with a yelp as he felt something sharp enter his thigh.
" Jeffrey, what the hell is going on?"
His mother burst through the door. He could tell she was ready for a slumber before his outburst based on what she was wearing.
"It's alright," Jeff answered. He held up a Dorito chip."It was only a Dorito. I must have dropped it in my bed while I was eating here the other day."
"My god!" Ms.Barclay sighed. "How many times have I told you not to eat on your bed?"
"First off, why are you dressed like a whore?" Jeff countered. " You are going to bed, not fucking a customer!"
Amelia Barclay glanced at her well-toned body. Black lingerie was visible underneath a skimpy, see-through baby doll that came right above her thighs.
"That is irrelevant!" she snapped."Now, I have to work tomorrow too so if you are hungry, I left you a French dip sandwich in the fridge."
With that, she stormed off.He knew that she hated going to work. After all, being a nurse for old geezers in a retirement home can be a literal pain in the ass. Shrugging it off, he slipped under the covers an decided to pay a visit to dreamland.
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A rummaging sound caught his attention. Jeff lifted his head off his pillow and glanced around the room, listening intently for the source of the sound. Once the sound started up again, the teen's eyes landed on his closet door. He had discerned the source to originate from that location.
What the hell? Did a raccoon sneak into my closet before I got home?
Pondering how this happened when his closet door was shut tighter than a sealed wound, Jeff leapt off his bed and bounded over to his closet. Letting out a deep breath, he opened the white door and noticed everything was in its usual messy place. His clothing was hanging on the rack while his sleeping bag, bean bags, and other accessories were spread out over the floor. That was when the boy noticed something was off.
Where the hell is that Good Guy doll?
"Looking for me, punk?"
Startled, Jeff whirled around to see the doll sitting on his bed, smirking at him. He blinked his eyes several times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Once he opened his eyes, the creepy doll was still perched on his bed, smirking at him.
What have I been smoking?
"That's right, kid." The menacing doll sneered. "I am here and I am going to cut your balls off."
Another discrepancy then caught the teen's eyes.
Since when did the doll have those creepy scars?
"What are you lookin' at?"The doll smirked as he pulled out a gleaming kitchen knife from his overalls. "You haven't seen a doll with a knife before, huh?"
"Dayum, you are one ugly motherfucker!" Jeff exclaimed.
"God dammit, you little shit!" The menacing toy snarled as he leapt of the bed. "Your face will be beyond ugly once I am through with you!"
Letting out a shrill war cry, the knife-wielding doll charged at a flabbergasted Jeff, who turned to flee. Unfortunately, he didn't count on the controller of an X-box 360 set straight in his path. Jeff let out a yelp as he tripped over the object and landed face-first in front of his door. Cursing, he turned to see the doll saunter toward him, a smug look on his face.
"Seriously, your face is going to give me nightmares for the rest of my life." Jeff stated. "I feel sorry for the kid that will own you."
"You talk shit really well, but is it wise to say such things to anyone with a knife?" His pursuer snarled as he raised the weapon. The way the killer doll's blue eyes glowed really creeped Jeff out. Bellowing out in rage, the doll brought the knife down in a flash.
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"Woah!"
Jeff sat up in his bed, breathing heavily. He glanced at his closet door to see it closed. He then felt an immense pain in his left thigh. Worried that the incident with the doll wasn't a dream, Jeff examined his leg and realized that it was only another Dorito chip.
"Whew!I really was tripping," He muttered to himself."I should never blaze before heading to bed."
He stood up and glanced at his alarm clock. It was only 8: 34 am on a Saturday morning. As he dressed up and started to head out of his room, he stopped in his tracks. He needed to make sure.
The teen walked over to his closet door, took a breath, and cautiously turned the knob. Jeff let out a sigh of relief seeing that the doll was where he left it.
I really need to hand it over to the girls today so it becomes their problem and not mine.
Is he tripping? or is this for real?
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