This choice: You suddenly hear a noise coming from another room • Go Back... You hear rattling coming from one of the other rooms. You quickly twitched toward the direction of the noise on instinct like a cat. Sure, it was a mild, unassuming noise that didnt really sound out of the ordinary. For all you knew, maybe one of those hundreds of dolls tipped over from their row.
However, the rattle triggered a cautionary nerve and it pretty much ruined that brief blissful moment you had, taking your mind off the incredibly large trouble you were in!
You wanted to shrug it off as nothing and resume enjoying the ambience that was the beautiful moonlit sky sparkling out of the window. But then you heard more rattling. And more rattling. And even more rattling. Then the rattling got louder and louder.
While part of you assumed the worst, part of you believed that maybe the owner returned. Either way, it was pointless trying to stall the inevitable just staying where you were. Might as well make yourself known and introduce yourself and thoroughly explain that you were only seeking refuge and not a thief!
You take a deep breath and walk out of the nice cozy naturally air conditioned room and walk down the hall toward the direction of the rattling.
Odd. The hall seemed much longer than it was earlier. Youre pretty sure the house wasnt THAT big. But lo and behold, the hall itself seemed to go on and on. It almost seemed longer than a football field.
Even stranger, the shelves were empty! All of the dolls neatly organized on the shelves were all gone!
Seriously, nothing was left! You COULD chalk it up as the owners coming back and taking every single doll off the shelf, but surely you couldve at least heard footsteps, let alone the owners chatting amongst themselves. Not just rattling!
Despite all that, you continue down the oddly long hall toward the one single door that youre pretty sure you didnt come out of when you walked into the house. You'd recognize the numerous little doll stickers covering it and the word 'SHANGHAI' on the big colorful placard!
'I probably shouldnt open this door,' you think to yourself as you open the door.
Behind the door was a big furnished room. With dozens upon dozens of dolls. They all looked the exact same. Blonde hair, blue eyes, red bow in their head, matching maid's dress (colors varied). But they came in different sizes ranging from small enough to fit in your hand to big enough for YOU to fit in THEIR hand! Many of them even held knives, swords, axes, and other sharp objects in their hands.
And just as you sensed something was very very off, every single one of those dolls in complete unison suddenly turned their heads your direction!
“Wha-OOPH!”
Some strong force shoved you from behind, pushing you straight to the ground… into the Shanghai room! As your face hit the soft carpet, the door slammed shut behind you! Immediately after, you heard the rattling surrounding you!
You barely had the courage to lift your head from the carpet, only to glance at some of the smaller dolls in front of you, gazing emotionlessly into your soul as they gripped their sharp little weapons as if ready and willing to shank a sucker at a moment's notice!
“Urgghh!!” you were then yanked off the ground by similar looking mannequins your size, grabbing both your arms and restraining you rather well as even smaller armed dolls hovered circles around you, possibly examining you carefully from head to toe! You desperately wanted to scream, but worried that these living dolls' weapons were not fake, you bit your tongue almost to the point of bleeding!
It was hard to hold back the scream as more mannequin-sized dolls creeped up to you, gazing into your eyes with those deadpan stares of theirs! Even worse, the rather large, colossal 40-foot doll in the room crawled over to you and leaned in close to get a real good look at you!
Soulless eyes from all around were on you. Staring. As they stare, everything was quiet except for the billion thoughts racing through your head at that very moment. Many questions emerged from the thoughts. Were are you? What are with these dolls? Whose dolls are these? What are they gonna do with you?! What is taking so long?! If theyre gonna kill you, why dont they get it over with already?! And so on and so on.
By the time question # 8,247 went by, something finally happened...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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