by pipirupanda » Thu Nov 29, 2012 2:43 am
Okej, so basically
I gave Isaiah this doll for our anniversary, it was a small yarn doll with black hair and a red dress with two black beads for eyes, it kind of looked like a ragdoll, or a voodoo doll
and he kept telling me how cute it was.
He was so happy, and overtime (a week or so)his mood just went south
and then he just disappeared into his room.
I went in to his room to check on him...
And I stared in
The little doll was chewing the side of his neck off.
His bed was covered in his blood and I could see the muscles being torn out of his neck.
His head whipped up as he noticed my presence.
He turned to face me and I noticed his eyes were glowing bright red
He chuckled and smiled, then whispered "Isn't it cute?"
I quietly walked over to him and went to touch the doll, and he bit my hand until it bled.
I managed to grab the doll, and I ran.
I knew I wasn't going to make it, because he's bigger than me, and he can run faster than me.
The doll began to bite at my hand, and I began to feel a heaviness in my feet with each step I took.
I suddenly felt him tackle me from behind, he flipped me over and grabbed the doll, and succumbing to the doll's spirit, his eyes grew darker, and he began to bite and tear the skin off my neck.
And then I woke up crying and in a cold sweat... again.
o3o
And that's a normal dream for me. :3
Sometimes it's 10x worse.
But this one was better c:
I reeeeally need to see a therapist.
pfft. Therapistsesessssss