“Janie, come downstairs for dinner!” Janie’s mother called while stirring something on the stove.
“Okay Mom.” Janie replied, and came down the stairs.
Janie is a sweet girl, she’s turning 11 in a few months, and she can barely wait. She knows for her birthday, she will get more dolls. She loves dolls, she has a collection in her room of dozens of dolls. They all have perfectly brushed hair and pretty clothes, she spends all of her time with them. Janie gets along with dolls better than people, she says the dolls understand her, her mother says that’s just a phase though.
“This is really good Mom.” Janie said, taking a bite of her mac and cheese. “Anna will love it.”
”Is Anna a friend from school?” Her mother asked hopefully. Janie looked dejectedly at the floor, her mother should know better than that.
“Anna is my newest doll.”
“That’s sweet honey, do the other dolls get pasta too?”
“No, they don’t need food.” Janie took her plate with her as she walked up the steep stairs, Janie’s room is in the attic. She likes the attic because her dolls can look out the window and watch cars and people go by.
“Do you want some macaroni Anna?” Janie offered a spoon of cheesy yellow noodles up to Anna’s mouth. Anna stared back with blank black eyes. Janie was a sweet girl though, she left the bowl for Anna to eat and went to sleep. When she woke up the bowl was empty, and the stitches on Anna’s mouth were a little looser than before.
The next night Janie brought Anna some candy she got at school from her teacher, Janie was secretly afraid of Anna. Anna moaned at night when she was hungry, sometimes she cried and howled too. The noises made the hair on the back of Janie’s neck stand up. Every time Janie fed Anna, the strings on her mouth got looser, and her moans got louder and louder. Her parents never seemed to hear them though.
At midnight the next night, Janie’s mother was woken up by a noise.
“Do you hear that?” Janie’s Mom shook her husband, Robert, awake.
“Go to sleep Mary, it’s just Janie in the kitchen getting food or the cat.”
“You’re probably right.” Mary answered, not convinced. She sat up and listened carefully for the noise that awoke her again. There it was, a faint crunching noise, and a slight moaning sigh.
“Have you seen Sylvester?” Asked Mary, washing some dishes and humming to a Britney Spear’s song.
“Not since yesterday/” Robert answered, not looking up from his laptop.
“He didn’t come to eat his food this morning.” Mary looked puzzled but soon forgot about the family cat.
Janie sat in her room, petrified of the doll in the corner. Anna stared back at her with blank black eyes, motionless. On the sleeves and neck of Anna’s usually perfect white dress, there were bloodstains and scratches.
“You ate Sylvester…” Janie gasped. Anna let out a slight moan and the rest of the strings came undone from her lips and fell to the floor. She licked her lips and continued to stare at Janie.
“I’m hungry.” Anna whined.
“I’ll get you food.” Anna obliged, scared she was next.
“Food.” Anna echoed, savoring the word on her pink plastic tongue and perfect white porcelain teeth.
Janie ran downstairs and grabbed all the food she could carry and brought it upstairs. Janie ate it all and demanded more, she kept screaming more until all the food in the house was gone. Janie ran terrified to the store to get more. When she came back the house was dead silent.
What she was about to walk in on was almost to gruesome to describe. The oven hung wide open, and the smell of burnt hair and cooked flesh filled the air. Putrid smoke assaulted Janie’s senses, making her eyes water and her lungs burn. She ran upstairs to see Anna on her bed, eating something brown and crunchy. She realized it was a hand, a human hand. Janie gasped and dropped the bag of food she got from the store. Anna smiled at her and started towards her, taking awkward steps because the joints in her legs were slightly loose.
“Food,” She growled and stared at Janie.
“Yes, I brought you food.” Janie stuttered and started to pick up the groceries that fell.
“No, Janie food.” Anna smiled.
You done fucked up.