Here's is my entry for the Monster mash Blogfest be sure to read the other great stories for some creeps...
Countina looked around her bedroom, every doll set in place at the bottom of her bed. The pillows were aligned corner to corner, and all her dresses hung in neat rows in the closet. Satisfied with herself she clicked the small pink lamp off and headed for bed.
Suddenly she tripped and fell with a thump to the floor. There wasn't a single thing on the floor when she flipped off the light. Countina walked back to the lamp. As light flooded the room, there, on the left side of her bed was a doll. She walked slowly closer to it.
Upon inspection she found it was not one of her dolls! There was no pretty pink lace, no smooth golden hair, and the face! Oh that face was not one of her pretty porcelain doll faces. Instead lay a rag doll. Wings sewed into the back like a bat, it had claws just like a were wolf, and a nose from a witch complete with worts! The eyes were blood red and fangs clung to the small frown.
Coutina had no idea where the strange toy came from. She picked it up and put the doll inside the bottom of her closet. Tomorrow she would ask around the house to see who it belonged to.
She padded back to the lamp flipped it off and headed again to bed. As she pulled the sheets up to her neck she heard a faint sound. She turned her ear out and listened.
"thump" It was coming from the closet!
"swish" It was closer this time. Countina reached over and turned on her star night light to see. At the bottom of her bed was the ragdoll! How did it get out of closet and onto her bed?
"Help me..." Said the doll.
"What?" Countina replied hardly able to believe the toy said anything at all.
"Someone created me all wrong...Help me." Said the doll.
"Created you wrong? People create things they want, that doesn't make it wrong." replied Countina.
"No I'm wrong, I have every Halloween costume all mixed into one. Why can't I just be a pretty porcelain like those dolls at the foot of your bed?"
"I don't know how to fix that. Who ever made you has to fix you. I don't make dolls I collect them." Countina wasn't sure how to help the toy at all. She couldn't sew.
"But if you don't help me then who will?" Its little body slumped forward.
"We can look in the morning for your owner. Now go back to the closet so I can go to sleep." Countina was tired and she had to have everything in its place before she could fall asleep.
"Can't I sleep with you? Your bed is so pretty. And I'm afraid of the dark." Said the doll.
"Alright, but keep your wings on your side of the bed."
The little doll flapped over to the pillow and snuggled in. Countina turned off the nightlight and cuddled into her own pillows.
As her mind drifted in an out of pink clouds and rainbows Countina was suddenly very aware of something warm on her neck. She woke with surprise and put her hand to neck. Something wet and sticky clung to her fingers. She turned on the night light and a green goo covered her hand. She felt dizzy and the night light was pulled from its spot as she fell to the floor in darkness.
Something fell on her and she couldn't even say it hurt or ask what happened. Light again flooded the room and she saw herself walking over to inspect her...