Backstory::
When I was a kid, my best friend and I loved telling each other scary stories. She ed a scary story that she had read somewhere, and it suddenly came to my head. I love this story and have decided to write it from the point of view of the main character. THIS IS NOT MY STORY! Just my words.
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"Papa! Papa! I want that one!" The little girl cheered while reaching for a Bratz doll. Her father chuckled and grabbed it. She had fallen in love with the doll the minute she set eyes on it. "I'll name her... Ariel." She giggled while hugging the box tight.
The doll was surprisingly cheep, so it made it easier on her father. They got in their car and the little girl ripped the box open. She had always wanted a Bratz doll, but could never find it. She felt like she was the luckiest person.
On their way to a restaurant, she noticed something odd. "Uhm..papa." He looked through the mirror to see his daughter's face filled with horror. "What is it?"
"Ariel. She's smiling." Her father stopped the car and quickly turned to look at the doll.
She wasn't lying. The once emotionless doll was now smiling at the girl. "Maybe it's a new feature."
"I don't want her anymore. Papa she's scaring me." The girl's eyes begin to tear up. Her father sighed and rolled down her window. "Just toss it then." And she did just that.
When they finally made it to the restaurant, the girl had calmed down. Her horrified expression was long gone, and she leaped in joy at the sight of her mother. She had been on a business trip for months. To celebrate her coming home, they went to her favorite restaurant.
The three sat down and their waiter came with a big smile. "What would you like today?" They ordered and he left. "Wow. Everyone must be really happy." The mother pointed out. The little girl looked around and just as she had said, everyone was smiling. She too felt happy for it was rare to see everyone so happy.
The food came out quickly. Quicker than normal. Her father didn't like that. He was a very picky person, but not the little girl. She cut into her food but her father grabbed her wrist before she could eat it. "What the hell!" He yelled.
The little girl looked back at her food and found a green liquid oozing out of it. "What is that?" She picked at it with her fork. Her mother then called for the waiter to take it back and examine the odd liquid. "It's a special ingredient." His grin grew larger. The mother looked confused, and then panicked as she saw the other customers.
All of them were smiling. All of them were staring.
"We're leaving!" The father grabbed the little girl and the family rushed out. The other customers stormed out and reached for the girl. " us." They chanted.
The family was disgusted and drove home. Everywhere they went, there were people smiling. From on the side of the road to in their houses.
Something felt off but instead of asking, they went home. They made their own dinner and went to bed. Forgetting about the incident. Until that night.
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The sound of glass shattering could be heard from downstairs. The father leaped out of bed and grabbed his gun. Carefully, he sneaked down the stairs and into the living room. Gun ready and loaded. The people from all around were breaking in. He cursed and then raced back upstairs. He woke his wife and grabbed his daughter. "We need to leave. Now."
The three had somehow squeezed their way to the back door. There to their right was their neighbor. He looked angry as he stared at their house. "Sir! Please, you have to help us. People are breaking in to our house."
"I noticed. You didn't eat anything weird today. Did you." It sounded less of a question and more like a statement. They just shook their head no.
"I think it's some kind of disease. If you don't have it, they're going to kill you. Come inside. We've barricaded the house."
The neighbor's house was filled with people who looked distressed. The world was no longer as safe as it used to be. Parents held their children tight while others pointed their guns at the doors and windows. They had nailed wood to anything that could let them in. The only door without them, was the back door.
They kept it that way to invite more people. They were kind neighbors. The one that would donate to charity and give their lives for you. Even if they had no reason to. Some people argued that there shouldn't be so many people. Food and water was going to run low. People were going to either starve or die by those things outside.
They were no longer people.
"What are you doing?" The father's attention shifted from the crowd to one man. He had a marker and was drawing two circles. Then placed his marker to the left of it. The people quickly realized exactly what he was drawing. The man was shot at. His body falling to the floor. His art work remaining. One big smile.
The owner groaned and pinned a blanket over it. "We need to bury him."
"Why would we bury him?"
"He's a human!"
"No human would do that!"
The crowd stopped arguing about food and started arguing about what to do with the body. The little girl hadn't noticed what was going on. Her attention drew upstairs. She wondered off and explored the house. She knew people were trying to kill everyone, but she didn't understand why.
The house was pretty bland for the most part. She started to get bored whenever gun shots could be heard from down stairs. Her body became stiff as she slowly turned to see the stairway. She peaked behind the wall and saw a man in the middle of the room.
It wasn't the guy who had drew on the wall. It was another one. She looked up to the guy who had shot him.
He was smiling, and so was everyone else.
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