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The Unbreakable Bond

A Nightmare of Painted-On Smiles and Unseen Forces

By Geetanjali NaiduPublished about a year ago 2 min read
The Unbreakable Bond
Photo by Patrick Hendry on Unsplash

The doll's eyes seemed to follow her everywhere she went.

She would catch glimpses of it out of the corner of her eye, perched on a shelf or tucked away in a corner.

Its painted-on smile seemed to mock her, as if it knew her deepest fears and darkest secrets.

She had received the doll as a gift from her grandmother, but she had never liked it.

There was something off about it, something that made her skin crawl.

She tried to ignore it, but it seemed to grow more insistent with each passing day.

One night, she couldn't take it anymore.

She grabbed the doll and threw it away, deep into the trash can outside.

She watched as the garbage truck picked it up and drove away, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

But the relief was short-lived.

The next day, she found the doll sitting on her dresser, its eyes still following her every move.

She couldn't believe it. How had it gotten back into her room?

She tried throwing it away again, this time burying it in the backyard.

But once again, it found its way back into her bedroom.

She was starting to lose her mind, feeling like she was trapped in a never-ending nightmare.

The doll's presence seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.

Its smile seemed wider, its eyes more sinister.

She could feel its presence in every room of the house, like it was watching her, waiting for her to let her guard down.

She tried to tell her friends and family, but they thought she was crazy.

They told her it was just a doll, that she was imagining things.

But she knew better.

She could feel the doll's malevolent energy pulsing through the air, like a living thing.

One night, she woke up to the sound of something moving in her room.

She sat up in bed, heart pounding, and saw the doll standing at the foot of her bed, its eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

She screamed and tried to run, but the doll seemed to be blocking her way.

Its tiny arms reached out, trying to grab her, as if it wanted to pull her into its twisted world.

She managed to break free and fled the house, leaving everything behind.

She never went back, but she could still feel the doll's presence wherever she went.

It was like a curse, following her everywhere she went, always waiting for her to let her guard down.

Years later, she heard that the house had been sold to a new family.

She hoped that they wouldn't suffer the same fate as she had, but deep down, she knew that the doll was still out there, waiting to claim its next victim.

The doll's eyes had been painted on, but they seemed to be alive, like they held a piece of its twisted soul.

She knew that she could never escape it, that it would always be with her, waiting for her to slip up and let it back into her life.

She had thrown it away, buried it, and run from it, but the doll always found its way back to her.

And she knew that it always would.

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About the Creator

Geetanjali Naidu

I can’t remember the horror fiction I read or when I read it.

But I have a stash of real-life-based horror.

Writing short horror fiction will always be my favorite pass time.

Ready for some spine-chilling short horror fiction?

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