posted on Aug, 6 2012 @ 03:03 PM
"Charlotte! Come down stairs and look what I've just got you." Charlotte's Father called as he entered the front door.
"What have you gone and bought now?...What the hell is that? where did you get that?" Said Charlotte's Mother, in surprise of the object her
husband was carrying. "She won't want that anyway shes too old for that stuff."
"What are you talking about? She's eight years old for god sake, just because she acts older doesn't mean she won't play with this." Snapped
Charlotte's Father in reply.
"Yea! Did you call me? Wooow...is that for me?" I said with great anticipation. I already knew it was, I didn't even have to ask. Who else in this
house was going to need possession of a giant, three foot doll. "Oh my god, that doll is amazing, thank you so much Daddy."
"I got it from some guys' trash...but it was just sat on top, nothings wrong with it. Anyway, don't tell Charlotte, she'll never want it if she
new it was in the trash." Charlotte's Father, whispered into her Mother's ear.
He didn't whisper very well because I heard him. But I don't mind anyway, I love my new doll regardless. "Ok I'm going to play now!" I said
"wait!" My Dad called after me. "You haven't given her a name yet."
"Oh yea!...err...she's going to be called Synthia."
So, off I went to play with my new best friend. I sat her in a small wooden chair a few meters away facing the bed, where I sat opposite and began to
study Synthia. She was about three foot tall, so quite a big doll. Her body was soft, filled with wool, and covering her were small clothes, but
predominantly she wore a little yellow knitted button up jacket. She wore a little red and white, polka dot dress to her knees, and small black buckle
She was amazing, her little porcelain hands were snow white. But above anything, what stood out the most was her white porcelain face, with rosy
painted cheeks and small red lips. Her glazed eyes and finally her hair, made of animal fibre that flowed down her back a deep black, like the darkest
My only disappointment was the lack of expression written across the dolls face. Aren't dolls meant to be happy and smiling I thought to myself.
"Dinner, honey!" Charlotte's Mother Called.
"Ok Mum! Just Coming!" I yelled back.....
(30 minutes later)
......"That dinner was delicious Synthia, if only you could have tried it." I said to her. "Hey! how did you get on the bed? I'm sure I left you
in the chair...oh well."
I probably moved her without realising. Anyway I'm tired, there'll be loads of time to play with you tomorrow I thought, but now it's time for
.....Riiibbbiit...riibbbiit...ribbit...What's that noise...I look around, and watch as three cartoon frogs materialise out of a wisp of green smoke.
It's magical. They bounce over to me, with happy faces and form a ring around me bouncing around and ribbiting away. We all start to dance, the dream
is so happy and mystical...
...Crribit...croaaart..crooaaakk...suddenly the sounds materialise into bellowing croaks, the frogs don't seem so friendly anymore either. Their
smiles turn into frowns and I notice as they become less cartoon and more realistic. In fact they're starting to look alot less like frogs and more
like giant toads, warts and all. They jump at me and grab me with their hands. Two of them pin me down while the other sits over me like a great demon
from hell. I see slimy, saliva begin to bubble and drip from between its' enormously wide lips, its' eyes bulging from its' head look hungry, and
I'm guessing I look like food.
"Please! No, please don't eat me!" I cried.
The giant beast of slime, came within inches of my face. I could smell its' breath now, like something from the deepest pits of hell. Suddenly it
lets its' tongue slip between parched lips. Thick and black, a huge slug moved towards me. The slime kept its' distance until that moment, now I was
staring into an inevitable wash with what I can only describe as yellow, oozing, putrid, puss like saliva. It made contact. The toad made sure to get
it all over my face. I could taste it, even through a closed mouth, lets just say think of the worst possible thing you wouldn't want to eat, get a
demon to take it to hell and then throw it at your face.
The Slimy saliva was thick and stung my eyes even though they weren't even open. It wasn't until that moment I realised that the putrid mess was
like plastic shrink wrap. My arms were being pinned down by the other two evil entities. I struggled to get free, but to no avail. I let out a muffled
scream which the slime bubbled around, constricting my call for help like a boa round a deer.
The croaks seem to change as I struggle, they become more and more like raucous breathing. Then I hear my name called in the raucous dual tone,
typical demonic nature..."Charlotte"...
I choke...life starts to fade...I die.....
.....I awake in a cold sweat, panicked and begin to cry. What a horrid and twisted little dream I thought. I don't want to wake Mum or Dad, but I
look for something to comfort me. Where's Synthia? I wonder. I gaze around the room, but she's nowhere to be seen. I'll have to find her in the
morning I conclude. I pull the sheets above my head and unwillingly, force myself back to sleep in the sweat soaked bed.....
That's the end of chapter one, there's going to be 2 more maybe 3. depending on whether this gets good reception, and at least one person is
interested to know what happens next. This story Does tie into the [APWC] theme which is why it's under that title, I promise, even if you can't see
it yet. Anyway let me know what you think, cheers guys and girls.