PORCELAIN DOLLS.
Fred woke
up from his uncomfortable sleep. Not that the first class was bad, but the
dreams, oh, those were dreadful. His grandmother house, old and scary, and all
those dolls…
-Fuck, my
head is killing me…
He press
the button to call the flight attendant, he really need a aspirin… and
something strong to drink.
As he
straight up in his chair, he notice something eerie next to him: In the chair
close to the window, at his left, a small blanket cover something.
-Strange-
He think- I bought both seats… what could be it?
Curious, he
pull the blanket. Underneath, a beautifully crafted porcelain doll, with long
curly hair, white face and red lips.
He jump in
his chair. Oh he hated those! In his mind the voice of his grandmother, proud
full owner of hundreds of those creepy things:
-Freddy-She
would say- pay attention to the quality of the hair! It’s the real thing.
Sometimes they took the hair of dead little girls, that’s how things were back
then.
Repulsing,
unfunny and undeserved. He don’t bothered anyone aboard, so why would anyone
pull such prank…
-Calm down…
It’s just a doll. I bet a little girl left it there by mistake…
For the
first time, he gave a good look around the first class: Everything was dark and
quiet. Few lights were still on. He found no one sitting close to him, strange,
well someone changed chairs, right. He got up and walked to one of the places
where the light was on.
He bent
over to start a conversation, but he almost felt backwards: A doll, a porcelain
doll, sit on the chair, a book open over her frilly dress, and a cryptic look
in her eyes.
Oh yes, the
eyes, she was looking at him.
He went
back to his seat with the heart pounding. Once there, he covered the doll, and
pressed the button like mad.
-Cmmon
where are the damn flight attendant?
-Excuse me sir, did you call?
Finally,
she was there. He begun to turn to the voice, but what he saw hit him like a
punch in the stomach. He let go a laud cry of fear: A doll, another damned
porcelain doll, over the flight attendant cart. Talking to him.
--Sir!? Please, you will wake up the other
passengers! What’s wrong?
He raced
through the corridor, looking in every chair. And in every single one, a damned
doll, looking at him, like little demons with glass eyes and wicked smiles.
Suddenly
one reach and touch his shoulder, he cry and slap it away.
-NOO, get
away from me! Dolls…Dolls! Everywhere!!
His only
chance is to go forward, the cabin, it may be locked…but… he have to try.
Desperate,
he run and see the door opening slowly.
No time to
explain, he must enter!
He throw
himself against the door and enter the pilots cabin:
-HELP, HELP
THE…
His voice
dies, as he look and see…
Dolls,
Porcelain dolls, everywhere.
Hours
later, a man is taken away in a straight jacket in a busy airport. A pilot talk
to a flight attendant:
-What the
hell was that?
-I don’t
know… he just kept talking about dolls…
FIN
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