I keep hearing this thing. I think it’s trying to get me.
It’s fine at first. I’m sitting in the living room, but I can’t help but feel like something is watching me from around the corner or waiting downstairs.
Five days ago, there was this doll. There was nothing wrong with it. I’ve never liked dolls but this one was pretty once you got past the typical feeling of unease that comes from looking at dolls. She had big eyes and perfectly shaped brown curls. It felt nice to hold her. The fabric from her dress was so soft. I tried not to look at her too much but my eyes kept wandering to that side of the room. I reminded myself “This is fine. She’s just a doll. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
I dreamed about her. That makes sense, When you dream your brain is just processing the data it collected throughout the day. If you spend a long time looking at something, especially if it evokes a strong feeling, of course you will dream about it. It’s natural that I saw her. It’s natural that she walked up to me. It’s natural that she looked at me. She looked right at me. It was like she meant to look at me, like she knew what she was doing, like she knew she was in my dream.
She was just a doll in my living room. I would walk around and she would be perfectly still. My skin felt prickly and every stray insignificant sound would make me raise my shoulders or turn my head just slightly too fast. I knew she was just an object.
But when I went to sleep, she wasn’t just in my dreams, she knew I was dreaming. Her face stayed unchanged but every night I could tell she was getting happier, more excited, like she was waiting for me to do something about her. After a few nights, I noticed when I dreamed of her, she could move around so well. It’s not that she could move her arms and legs, but rather that she could move wherever she wanted. It didn’t feel like I was moving her in a dream but like she was moving in my dreams.
I was so sure of what to do. I didn’t look at her once. I focused on keeping my eyes forward when watching tv. I averted my gaze thinking if I couldn’t see it, then it wasn’t there. It was such a strong feeling of intensity forcing my eyes not to wander at all. Every sound or touch made me so tense and I would immediately think to myself “It was nothing. It’s just the air settling or my shirt barely brushing against my skin.” I could feel my body get stiff and anxious so I tried to be still and calm.
I tried to be safe, unbothered, like nothing affected me. In my dreams, the doll felt more and more aware of everything around us. I felt more frozen. The more rigid I felt, the more lively she became. She dances around the room. She smiles and looks at me while I’m trapped sitting in a chair across the room. I’m stuck and she knew it. She knew all along… Help! Help me! I can’t move. I can’t feel. I can’t even think. I’m here. I’m just here
Hello. It’s nice to be here. There was someone else here but now they’re gone. I’m dancing around the room. I’m looking at my doll sitting in a chair. They’re just a doll. There’s nothing to be afraid of.
But every once in a while,
I keep hearing this thing. I think it’s trying to get me.
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