#cursed bracelet

I am exhausted right now. I really just want to go to bed, but if I’m actually going to be seriously doing this I really want to get into the habit of posting something once a day. So I’m going to start on another part for My Little Friend. Hopefully I can get to the part that actually happened in my dream. It was a really creepy dream, but it is really awesome. So here is the next part. Hopefully it all makes sense... I’m everywhere today.

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In Grace’s room, there were some toys sitting in a circle. There was a small brown haired crocheted doll, a little handheld wooden rocking horse, and a few knitted clothes and other accessories for the doll. Around the small doll’s neck was a child’s bracelet braided together with three strings and held together with a small pendant. Grace picked up the doll and inspected it closely. She gently took the bracelet off of the doll and marveled at the red, black and brown strings that held it all together. She smiled, sliding it over her wrist. 

Suddenly, a burning sensation erupted from Grace’s wrist where the bracelet hit. Grace gasped in pain and began trying to take the string off. It reminded her of the one and only time she accidentally touched the stove top when it was on and burnt her hand. Grace’s wrist had begun turning red and was beginning to be littered with several blisters when a voice hit her ears. 

“Those are my toys.” Grace looked around her, trying to find where the voice had been coming from, but could not see anything. A burning smell began to fill the room as she continued trying to remove the bracelet. Over the sound of her own blood pumping past her ears, she could faintly hear the sound of sizzling coming from her wrist and fingers. 

Tears began to fall from her face as the bracelet continued to burn through her skin and started trailing up her arm. Grace began screaming in pain. “Stop!” She screeched. From the other room, Grace could faintly hear Sarah calling out to her, asking her what was happening. Grace stood up, shakily trying to make her way to the door. She could see Sarah quickly stalking up the hall with a panicked look. 

Sarah saw the redness on her arm and swiftly, the stalk-like walk turned into a a sprint. As Grace held her arms out to Sarah to have her help in whatever way she could, her door slammed shut with an inhuman amount of force. Grace screamed, both in fear and in continued pain. She slammed her small burnt hands against the door, sobbing for help from Sarah. Grace could feel Sarah banging against the door, trying to break in. She could hear the handle rattling, but no matter how she tried, the door wouldn’t budge. 

Grace’s entire arms was almost completely red and blistered by the time the voice spoke again. “You shouldn’t have played with my toys.” Grace sluggishly turned around, tears and snot running down her face. Before her stood a little girl, maybe around the same age as Grace. She had brown hair, pale cracking skin and a cream and maroon colored dress on. Grace let out another particularly loud sob. 

“I-I’m sorry!” She cried out to the mysterious little girl. “I-I wanted to p-play with them.” She held out her hands to the girl in front of her, specifically the one with the burning bracelet. “Take it back. I’m sorry.” It was barely a whisper that came out of her mouth before she felt herself fall forward towards the little girl. 

The last thing Grace thought before she fell into a suffocating darkness was that she wished she could have had her mother with her and that she could have had all of her toys from her old house.

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I wrote this pretty fast. Sorry if it seriously has like a lack of feeling. I am a literal zombie on my feet right now. I seriously need some sleep or something. Did a bunch of running around today with my mom and hauled a bunch of potatoes around. Also managed to get myself sick again. My throat is killing me, my nose is killing me, my neck is stiff, my head hurts, and I just want sleep right now. So I promise I’ll try and do better tomorrow sometime after I get a good amount of good sleep. 

So anyway, please like it if you want me to keep going or message me an idea for some story you would like to see maybe happen. I’m not good on requests or deadlines. So what you see is basically what you get. Thanks again.