In blind panic I
crawled into the oversized living room. There were couches, tables,
desks, bureaus, all arranged haphazardly, with an open doo connecting
another room to it with a similar arrangement. I didn't use this
side of the house very often, so it basically remained the same as it
was when it was a normal dollhouse and was filled with various
objects that Stephanie had as a child, making it full of large
furniture and clutter from various sets of dolls. Much of the
smaller stuff had fallen to the floor, everything rattling as the
giant girl giggled
“...HA-HE-HI-HA-HE
HA-HE-HI-HA-HE...”
Terror drove me
forward, and even as the plastic creaked and furniture slowly slid
across the floor, I finally picked myself up, bracing on the side of
a couch as I made a mad dash towards the window, the world outside
revealing the pink carpet and the bottom of the bed beyond. If I
could somehow get outside and under the bed, perhaps I could escape
this girls terror. And so I stumbled forward, nearing the light of
window and the world outside.
FRRWWWWWW
The vibrations
increased in intensity, like the earthquake was getting stronger, the
shaking increasing in intensity that I fell just before I reached the
window.
FWAM
The house shook
violently, it almost felt like it was hit by a train, a bureau
touching the wall nearest the window slamming to the ground next to
me, throwing the various objects violently across the room onto the
floor. The light around me was instantly dark, and when I looked
up, I could no longer see the world outside. As my eyes adjusted, I
could see that it wasn't just dark – it was just cut off by a pale,
smooth surface that pushed slightly into the windows, like a a
strangle pale bubble.
I knew what I was looking at now, the
familiar pale leather skin of the giant girl outside. I stared at
it for a second, almost amazed that thing managed to block every
window, cutting off every avenue of my escape. It must have been
Crystal's leg, and it almost baffled me how she could simply cut off
one whole side of the house so easily.
FREEURRRH
The familiar
sound of the plastic dollhouse being torn apart filled my ears, the
earthquake of energy once again causing me to fall back to the floor
as the various plastic objects ad furniture began to bounce and slide
around the room.
“You can't
get away sweety...”
In the ensuing
blind panic I crawled, desperate to get away as I watched the roof
and second floor above me starting to separate at it seams, light
creeping in at first from the corner at the top of the room as the
plastic walls started to be ripped apart. The room I was in was
connected to another right next to it, and I crawled inside, hoping
against hope that perhaps another window would allow my escape. The
room was full of various furniture and clutter, just like the last,
another strange living room for the oversized dolls it was designed
for. The windows on the side of the house to my left all had
bubbles of pale skin being pushed inside, the walls towards the back
had no windows, and to my right was back into the center of the
house. I was trapped.
FREEERRRHHHH
The plastic roof above me seemed to
vibrate back and forth as it broke from the walls, light from outside
pouring through the crack as it it got wider and wider. I could see
the red dress of Crystal beyond it as she tore the second floor from
the house. I was trapped, I couldn't run, and I tumbled to the floor
as the house shook like Richter 5 earthquake.
Crystal's 1950's voice boomed over the
sound of the plastic roof being torn from the walls.
“Come say hello to Moooommmmy!”
She thundered, giggling.
Next to me was an oversized blue
loveseat, and I could see from my opsition on the ground that the
fabric flaps that extended down over the sides and around it swing
wildly as the house shook. As they did, I could see the gap beneath
the couch and where the legs made contact on the floor was more than
enough space for me to crawl under. And so, in blind panic, I did,
rolling under the thing as the house shook. I couldn't run, so
hiding was my next best option, as fruitless as it was.
FREEERRRHHHHRAH
The plastic roof sounded like it
snapped as the light from beyond the edge of the couch turned bright
yellow. She must have entirely removed the second floor. Everything
became quiet, the shaking stopping to a dead calm.
“Oh Mark, sweety, why are you
hiding from your mother?”
FWAM
A loud plastic bang landed on the other
side of me, shaking the house and causing the flaps on the edge of
the couch to sway back and forth. Dread washed over me, and I held
my breath as I slowly turned my head to where the bang came from.
There, on the other side of me, just
beyond the edge of the couch, were the big black plastic boots of the
barbie doll. I didn't move, I didn't breathe, I was frozen in
absolute terror.
One of the black boots of the doll
tilted up at an angle, before the whole thing pivoted awkwardly on
the other boot still on the ground, before it landed back on the
ground with stomp, causing the whole house to rattle from the boots
impact.
“Your being a naughty little boy
Marky. Mommy is really going to have to punish you now”
The process repeated, except this time
with the other black boot, the doll being manipulated into a sort of
faux walk. I finally exhaled as the doll moved away from the couch,
the house rattling each time they landed. I stared at them till
they finally disappeared behind another piece of furniture.
FWAM
There was another plastic crash coming
from the other end of the couch now, and I trembled in dread as I
slowly turned my head.
Crystal giggled loudly above me, her
voice shifting back into her little girl accent.
“Can I help find him Mommy?” She
thundered, before giggling.
There on the
other end of the couch were the bare plastic feet of the Princess
Leia doll. The thing shifted back and forth on it's feet, moving
unnaturally as thing tilted at 45 degree angle on one of it's feet,
before shifting back the other way, pivoting on the other.
Crystal continued
the conversation with herself, much to her amusement, shifting back
into her 1950's mom voice.
“Of course
Sweety! If you find him before I do, you can punish him first!”
The house shook
and plastic objects scattering the ground clattered as giant girl
erupted in giggles.
“...HA-HE-HI-HA-HE
HA-HE-HI-HA-HE...”
Crystal once
again sounded like a little girl.
“Yaaay!!!”
She said, giggling once more.
“You hear
that Marky! You're really gonna get it now!”
The Leia doll
then started to pivot back and forth like the Barbie, each time the
plastic foot landed causing the house to shake slightly as it moved
away from the couch, each time either of the dolls taking a step
causing me to flinch. Both the Leia doll continued to move away,
till it disappeared behind some a bureau that had fallen to the
floor, but I could still hear and feel them move each time a plastic
foot or boot made contact with the floor.
Crystal shifted
her voice back her mother persona.
“Mark,
honey, each second you hide is just adding to your punishment.”
I held my breath
as the plastic stomping increased in intensity, the tip of black boot
appearing behind a chair and moving closer to me as it pivoted
awkwardly back and forth.
“If you come
out now I promise it won't be too bad” She
thundered, before giggling once more, the plastic boots pivoting
awkwardly back and forth as they neared the couch. As they neared
the couch, I could see how truly large they were, each one as big as
I was. I held my breath once more.
“Come on out
Sweety, your mother wants to see you!” She roared, the black
boots of the doll continuing their awkward as they passed by my head
on the side of the couch, shaking me in a dull vibration as they
moved away from me once more. I finally let the air out of my
lungs.
Maybe if I
hide here long enough, she'll give up. I thought to myself,
knowing full well that it was doubtful proposition.
Crystal has to
get bored eventually... doesn't she?
The black plastic
boots moved beyond my vision, but the floor rattled each time a
plastic boot touched down. The plastic stomping from the Leaa doll
continued on the opposite end of the house, slowly nearing my
position, the shadow of the doll visible on the floor behind me until
the bare plastic legs appeared towards the edge of the room.
Crystal's voice
shifted back to her into her best impersonation of a bratty little
sister.
“Oh Mommy!
Can I make him my little toy! That would be sooo much fwuuuuun!!”
She said, before giggling in exaggerated girlish way.
I
stared in terror as the Leia dolls feet continued to swing strangely
back and forth, pivoting on each foot as it closer and closer to me,
each time causing the floor to rattle the and fabric dangling below
the couch to sway.
The
foot seemed to grow in size as Leia pivoted again, the ground shaking
as her foot slammed directly next to my face below the couch. It was
less than a yard away and they appeared to grow in size as they got
closer, and I noticed the strange level of detail on the plastic
sheen of skin, each individual toe being shaped in the correct
proportions, with gaps between them and indents for white tipped
nails.
Crystal's
voice shifted back to her motherly style.
“Oh sweety.
If Mark doesn't listen, you have my full permission to punish him
however you want.”
She
giggled like a little girl again.
“You
promise?”
FWAM
The plastic house quaked and I twisted my head
towards the burst of energy. On the other side of the couch I could
see just the bottoms of the large, black boots of the barbie doll.
Various plastic objects that had been knocked the floor rolled and
shifted from the quake, and as the doll shifted in it's strange
waddle forward I watched as it first kicked a plastic cup, the thing
rollling just narrowly pass my face under the couch. I didn't shift
my eyes off the boots though as I watched it pivot, the other boot
lifting up and out of my view before the bottoms of it suddenly
reappeared. It cast a shadow over a lamp that had been knocked to the
floor, and I watched in trepidation as the sole came down on it.
CRUNCH
I flinched as the boot instantly collapsed the
lamp beneath it, the shards shattering in all directions as the boot
once again pivoted, and Crystal boomed once again in her motherly
voice.
“Of
course honey, Mark needs to be disciplined and learn to respect
authority”
I wasn't sure if she crushed it on purpose, or
if she didn't notice. Either way, it was terrifying.
The dark shadow of the boot appeared before the
edge of the couch, and as the boot slammed down before me it cut off
the light with a gust of plastic smelling air.
“Can
you, my little princess, help me with that?”
The two dolls were now flanking me on either
side of the couch, and I was no longer breathing. Crystal's voice
once again shifted to girlish giggles.
“Yeesss,
oh mommy, this'll be great! I'm making him my own little doll!”
The boot near my face lifted up on it's heel,
revealing the shards of broken lamp before slamming back down into
the ground to another audible crunch as shards were further
pulverized, the sole on the black boot lifted up and out of my vision
again, it's shadow moving quickly along the edge of the couch. There
appeared to be only dust left from where the lamp shards used to be.
FWAAM
The now familiar sound of the plastic dolls
slamming down as they appeared and disappeared as Crystal moved them
exploded from the other side of the couch, the furniture and objects
withing the house rattling loudly as the house shook from the impact.
I twisted my head quickly, the bottoms of the black plastic boots
were 3 to 4 times the side in comparison to the plain plastic feet of
the Leia doll next to them.
Crystal's voice boomed in
“Yes.
Mark is in biiig trouble now sweety. Let's take a seat and let
Mommies goons look for him. They'll find him in no time”
Goons?
But
before I can think further about it, the bottom of the couch above me
audibly groaned and began to shift downwards, the space around me
slowly filling with the green fabric that was bottom of the toy sized
cushions for the couch above me.
“Doesn't
that feel better honey?”
The
cushion pressed into and around me, and the dread only continued to
mount inside of me, but I was too terrified to do anything. I
almost felt like I'd rather be smothered to death than be seen by
Crystal now. The increasing pressure started to slow, and I stared
blankly in fear as dolls feet and boots as the pressure on my chest
remained firm, only allowing me shallow breaths as the weight of the
dolls sank down above me.
FWUM
FWUM
The
slamming sound landed on the other side of the couch, and I twisted
my head slowly to look at the new terror, my vision being greeted
with the tips of the french manicured nails on 4 of Crystal's
fingers, her pale flesh hugging the sides of them like large fleshy
log growing over a shield.
They
lifted up slowly, each pair of fingers moving a log of flesh in the
opposite direction, before slamming down again, the plastic house
rattling as they did, before the other finger again shifted. She
moved her fingers like two legs, as her “goons” began to wade
into the overturned funiture and scattered dollhouse props all over
the floor. The bureau that fell next to the couch was the first
target, her huge nail deftly slipping under it's frame before it
easily lifted and threw it further into the room like it was nothing
more than a ball, it roughly slamming into a chair further in and
flipping it with a loud bang of plastic clattering.
I
trembled in fear as I watched, the true power of this girl equally
mesmerizing and terrifying. One of them walked out of the room so I
could no longer see it, but I could still hear the plastic clacks and
bangs and it moved and threw the tiny furniture in one of the other
rooms. The other still waded through the furniture and stuff of the
room in front of me, occasionally disappearing behind some furniture
so I could only see the white cuticles of her nails along the floor,
before a long stretch of her pale skin revealed itself like an over
sized leg flashing beneath a revealing thigh cut dress.
I could only silently pray to myself that it
wouldn't find me. It was a nightmare.
Crystal's voice boomed in her 1950's voice.
“Mark,
honey. You're in a huge amount of trouble. If you don't want to be
punished for the next month you better come out, right now.”
The
black boot of the doll lifted up suddenly, the bottom of the cushion
above me releasing from the dolls pressure, allowing me to draw a
larger breath.
FWAAAM
The
plastic boot slammed down onto the ground before me as the couch
above me suddenly exploded, slamming down into me and knocking the
air out of me all at once.
“Heuuhhh!”
I gasped as the air was slammed out of me, stars filling me eyes as
I was walloped by the bottom of the cushion.
The
plastic around the house still rattled from the impact, I could feel
the sharp pulse of pain slowly diminishing as I struggled to draw air
into my lungs without making a noise.
Crystal's
voice once again sounded like a bratty girl.
“Don't
wowwy Mommy. I will
teach him a wittle wesson he'll never fowget”
The
house shook from giggles as I trembled at the enormous fingers
casting me in a shadow as one of the enormous fleshy logs swooped by
the bottom of the couch, before slamming down behind me. The
pressure on my chest was stronger now, my breath shallower, and I was
becoming lightheaded. My body ached, and my vision slowly dimmed.
Time seemed strange, the fingers before me moving both quickly and
slowly, Crystal's voice seeming deeper and slower as both the mom and
daughter, yet I couldn't keep track of what she was saying.
How
long I was like this, I don't know. But just as I felt like I was
going to fall asleep, the pressure lifted off of me. I took a deep
breath, the chill air around me suddenly filling my senses and
causing me to shiver, as I silently tried to gasp for air. Before I
even realized what was happening, I could see the bottoms of the
plastic feet and boots performing their strange walking shamble away
from me, Leia's ankles and the top of Barbies boots revealing
themselves they put distance between themselves and me.
“I
guess Mark doesn't want to play tonight”
Crystal thundered in her 1950's voice.
“Can
we come back and puwnish him tomowwow?” Crystal
boomed, shifting her voice again.
The
dolls suddenly lifted up straight into the air, no longer visible,
only the knocked over furniture and plastic pieces of the dollhouse
now in my vision before me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
She had given up!
I
had never felt so relieved. I must have been hiding under their for
who knows how long, 10 minutes? But I guess Crystal had finally
gotten bored. I knew she wasn't very patient, I'd seen her like this
before, so I couldn't say I'd been surprised. It would be even worse
if she was drunk and high.
Crystal's
voice thundered in her 1950's voice again.
“We
will. Byeeee Maaark. Don't think we won't see you tomorrow!”
She boomed, the plastic rattling as her voice vibrated the house.
I
was almost ecstatic, yet I didn't move. Part of me wanted to run out
from under the couch, yet something felt – wrong. I knew it would
be stupid to move this early, but still. Other than the dolls
lifting up and her speaking, there had been no additional noise. No
shaking from her shifting her body, no booms from her feet hitting
the floor.
I
held my breath. There was almost no sound, but I could hear a low
slow rumbling, before it shifted into a light sound of wind. I knew
what it was instinctively now, even if I hadn't noticed it before.
Crystal's deep breathing.
And
for the next minute, that's all I could hear. And to be honest, I
never felt more afraid than now. Knowing she was out there, waiting
for me, trying to bait me. There was no escape from her, I had to
simply hide.
FWAAAM
FWAAAM
Two
loud plastic slams of the dolls legs hitting the floor next to me
occurred at the same time the couch above me disappeared in a
blinding light. I moved my arms over my face just to attempt to see
and protect my eyes. Squinting, I could see the slightly darker
silhouettes of the two dolls now looming over me, their feet and legs
flanking either side of my chest before the light was too bright to
see anything but blurry white outlines of the dolls themselves, the
pale fingers of the giantess manipulating them hardly visible before
they disappeared into a sea of bright white light.
I was
trembling in absolute terror as Crystal's voice boomed in her
motherly voice.
“You're
really going to get it now mister”