Don't Trust the Dolls

Date: 12/30/2017

We (I don't remember who) were in a hotel for a Christmas event, but it was a shady hotel. There were dolls lined up on the shelf, the smaller ones labeled about possession. I had looked around the rather large room, almost no one was in here. They had gone out to buy groceries. I talked to my sister, who was right next to the door silently staring at a bracelet. I looked around, then bolted to the door next to her, lucky enough that the door wasn't locked by then. I locked it behind me, knowing that the two people in the room had already been possessed. I saw the others coming down the stairs and heading for a second door. I rushed over to them and told them that they couldn't go into the room. They asked why, but froze immediately after. I locked the door and escorted them outside. Once we were outside, I heard two screams outside, from the people below in the hotel. The scene cuts to me seemingly going home. I was panicked and screaming ‘no’ over and over because my computer was on. I tried so hard to close my computer....but I was too late. A small giggle sounded from the computer and I blacked out. Next thing I know, I'm watching, and feeling, someone getting crushed by an elevator. I realized that I too, was being crushed by the very same elevator. Slow and painful, feeling of things breaking and the person across from me, my possessor, scream. I felt things pop in my back that weren't supposed to, it burned, even. Then, it started hurting. Bones were breaking and I was feeling smothered, then I used one last breath to scream loudly before becoming a bloody puddle. And it cuts to me being in the body of a little boy. I had unknowingly possessed him. There was a doll beside him. Larger than the ones in the shelf, the doll was about the size of him. It told him that it went down the path in similar 'beat' to mine And it told him to do exactly as he did. And he followed the doll's example. There had been a goop on the dirt path. It was sticky and smelled horrible, like death and rotten fish. It was brown and all over the path. The boy stepped in it the first few times, then proceeded to go down the path, avoiding the goop, with the doll beside him. They eventually got to what looked like a small black trash bag, but was actually an entrance to the hotel. They slid in, and the boy had a small snake. He blew the dirt out of the creases of it's skin, and set it down to go catch some mice. And then a bunch of grown ups appeared. Dirty, unshaven, smelly grown ups. They had been the ones I had locked in the bedroom. And the boy had figured out what he had to do, which was something I couldn't. He opened the small side door and peered in, to see a grown up in bright yellow clothes, and a whiskered face. There was a possessive soul in the mirror, who quickly disappeared. The boy quickly motioned for the man to follow him out. And then it cut again, to me in a computer. I was a software. This ghost me was watching myself on a huge theatre screen, talking about the identities behind the possessions. I then woke up.