Page 43 of Horror and Chill
QuietInTheBack:This is making me so hot rn.
DaddyIssuesUnresolved:Girl wtf??
GothDaddy69:HAHAHA kill it!
NeedleKing:Now we’re talking.
I pinch the doll’s arm hard until the joint gives and it pops loose from the socket. Plastic grinds against plastic. I hold the arm up like a trophy before tossing it onto the desk.
“You want to know where I learned this?” I keep my voice low, intimate, like a confession. “I grew up with parents who thought the Bible was the only law worth following. We went to church multiple times a week. Sunday morning service, Sunday night service, Monday Bible study, Wednesday youth group, Friday socials. I couldn’t breathe without them telling me itwas wrong. Every move I made was a sin, and every sin got punished.”
I pick up a long sewing needle from my prop box. The kind I use for button repairs. The point gleams under the ring light. I push it slowly through the doll’s left ear, angling it until the tip emerges from the right.
The chat reacts instantly.
CrimsonMoth:Ohhh fuck!
User259:JESUS CHRIST
BloodPetal:Omg omg omg omg omg
ThroatCandy:I feel like i should leave but i cant look away.
The needle stays in place as I twist the doll’s head. The pressure makes the plastic squeak. Then, with a quick, deliberate motion, I pull the head free. It comes off with a sharp pop, the needle still skewering it like some fucked-up cocktail garnish.
I hold the clump of hair up between two fingers, long strands knotted and melted together. The head swings slightly in the air, the blackened ends catching the light like frayed rope.
“They made me good at this.”
For a moment, the chat freezes. Just usernames sitting there like blinking eyes. Then the feed explodes.
PurpleTights:Too bad that’s not the real deal. Tell us, Agatha…could you do it?
CreepCreepCreep:Hholy fuck!
VelvetNoose:Only giving what you deserve. Sounds like your parents had the right idea.
DaddyVoid:Do it for real
I stare into the lens until the silence feels heavy enough. Then I let one side of my top lip curl.
“Yes. Death doesn’t scare me. Living does. Living can cause the greatest pain. I escaped hell to get here. I could go back easily. In fact, I’m sure the devil saved me a seat.”
My eyes catch on the name a few down from my fuck and dash stalker.VelvetNoose.
The asshole who leaked my link.
The heat that hits me isn’t embarrassment: it’s rage, hot and sharp, crawling up the back of my neck. I lean closer to the camera, my voice dropping.
“Well, well. Look who crawled out from under their rock.”
BloodandBoudoir:Ohhhh shit!
JasonWasHere:GET OUT NOOSE!!
JennyBean69:You’re not welcome here!
GutterPrince:Bold move coming in here after what you did.
