Robert the Doll Fictional Twist

As a child, who hasn't dreamed of a favorite doll or a teddy bear coming to life and being a very best friend, forever and ever?... Eugine Robert Otto had a doll that stayed with him his whole life. This doll was given to the 6 year old Robert by the family's maid, who was said to practice voodoo. It was the perfect image of the boy, and it was even named Robert after him. As a kid Eugine developed a strange fascination with Robert, spending a lot of time talking to it, and if anything went wrong at home, Eugine always knew who to blame: "It was Robert!" he would tell his parents, "Robert did it!".
Eugine became a happily married to a beautiful woman named Anne, whom he had met in college and feel deeply in love with. After departing from college with his degree, Eugine moved with his wife Anne into a lovely three story home, and Robert of course, went with them. Anne hated that disgusting thing. It gave her chills just looking at it. She demanded it be locked away in the attic, packed with the other miscellaneous boxes and items that had yet to be given their own place.
Robert stayed in the attic from a long while. The happy wife and husband settled into their lovely neighborhood, met most, if not all of the neighbors, and invited their parents over after everything was spick and span, organized; everything was found a home. Except for Robert, of course, who was left in the attic.
All seemed well.Eugine had just made a pot a coffee for both he and his wife, to start their day well. It was a little after 6 am when Anne strode in, smelling the coffee that had just been made. She was startled to find Eugine standing next to the coffee pot, staring directly at her. His facial expression was an angry one, and his cold, menacing eyes barred her to the spot.
"What's wrong, dear?" Anne said quietly. You seem quite angry! Did the coffee ma-"
Eugine interrupted her with a gravely, almost unearthly low voice. "You won't leave Robert to rot in the attic. You've made Robert very angry."
The man picked the scorching hot pot of coffee off of the maker and slung the entire container at her. She screamed as she was hit with the boiling hot liquid. She trembled from the awful heat. She was sure to have burns all over. She wiped the coffee off of her face, opened her eyes and began to yell. Just as she uttered the first word, Eugine's eyes rolled back into his head, he stumbled back, and hit his head on the tile with a THUMP.
"Thump thump thump..." came a noise from the upstairs of the house. It continued for about a minute before the wife saw a terrifying thing. Robert was at the top of the spiral staircase, grinning devilishly at Anne. She could not take any more. She passed out and hit her head with a loud THUMP. An unholy cackle erupted from Robert before he trotted back to the attic, where he was placed.
Anne woke with a startle. She found in a tub of freezing cold water, her husband at her side. She sloshed around in the bubble bath for a little while, uneasily. "I'd thought I cool your burns." he said in a comforting tone. I woke up in the kitchen to find you covered in coffee, passed out on the floor!
"Eugine, you need to get rid of that doll. That thing-there's something terribly wrong with it. I want it locked away somewhere. I want it gone, or I'll be gone by tomorrow."
"I-I-Okay." Eugine said, defeated. He knew there was no sense in arguing. "I'll lock it him in the guest room I suppose." Eugine started out of the room and towards the attic.
Anne opened her eyes and looked around the room. "Maybe finally this madness will end." she said quietly to herself. She was just about to close her eyes when a mysterious item caught her eye. Behind the miscellaneous items on the counter of the bathroom, a small piece of fabric, looking quite like a hand, stuck out. The fabric slowly crept up and made a motion which seemed to be a wave. Anne let out a piercing scream.
Children that passed in front of the house said that they could see Robert in the small, dark guest room window, glaring at them. One day, a young boy at about the age of 6 passed by on his bike. He was having a race with one of his friends down the street, but a loud thumping noise coming from one of the houses caught his attention. He found the noise to be coming from the second story window, from a terrifying little doll. Its hand was slapping against the window; its cold eyes were glaring directly at him. A scream from his friend caught the boy's attention, but then it was just too late. A car barreled towards the boy and smashed into him. He was hospitalized with many broken bones and scars. He was found to be dead 6 days after the hospitalization.
Over the course of a few weeks, Eugine's behavior became more erratic. He became incredibly irrational and violent, smashing things, hitting his wife and screaming like a mad man. The incidents word occur early in the morning, just around the same time as the horrible coffee incident. He would thrash about for a few minutes, and just like that, he would be himself again. He would yell in his defense that he had no idea what his wife was talking about, but was clearly baffled by the deep scratches and marks on his wife. Eugine finally decided to end his stubborn behavior and threw the doll out into the trash bins by the streets. He said a final goodbye to his childhood toy and trotted into the house. The garbage truck came and went, taking the horrid doll away from the house forever.
Anne was loaded with joy for the entire rest of the evening. She was so happy that she insisted they go out to dinner, to celebrate the lovely new feel of the house. It felt free, happy, and safe. She hadn't felt this great since she was a little girl. The couple decided on a waterfront restaurant. They arrived, had a lovely meal, and strode out on the pier. They sat on the edge, staring up at the moon, which was ever so bright tonight, and whispered their love for each other.
After a while, they returned to their home, parked the car in the garage, and started up towards their room. They each got ready for bed, gave each other a kiss goodnight, and fell to sleep after about an hour.
"...." "......." "Uhhhhhh." Eugine moaned as he rolled around. The moonlight was shining directly into his eyes. Again the moonlight seemed to find its way directly into his eyes. They fluttered open and he looked around. The moonlight seemed to be reflecting off of something, he discovered, he looked around and found nothing. Dissatisfied, he thrust his head back against the pillow and stared straight up at the ceiling.
Cold, gleaming, dark, hollow, endless eyes, and a terrifying, snaggle-toothed, devilish grin were directly in front of him, plastered to the ceiling. Robert held a small dagger in his tiny little doll hand. Eugine screamed and awoke Anne, who looked around and found the horrible sight, screaming as well.
The same gravely, unearthly voice erupted from the doll's mouth; the same voice that came from Eugine in the coffee incident about a week ago, Anne remembered.
"Eugine...you left me all alone....after you grew up, you left me....I grew so lonely...so very lonely Eugine. Why did you leave me? I wanted to be with you forever and ever....and you locked me away....why would you do that to me? You left me for this.....girl."
Robert shifted his head towards Anne. She froze and stared directly into his horrifically void eyes.
"Give me time with Eugine."
The doll slung itself down towards Anne. It took the dagger and cut her throat in an instant. Robert rested against Anne's bleeding neck and laughed.
Eugine sat their frozen, and snapped out of his trance. He looked directly into Anne's eyes, and tears welled up in his own. He reached for her hand, but Robert stopped them. His mouth formed into a slight frown for a moment, then returned to his evil grin.
"Now now, we can't have that, can we?" he said as he hacked away at Anne's hand. He slashed through until the hand was severed. "Here." Robert said as he picked up the severed hand and gave it to Eugine.
"You shouldn't have left me...I just wanted to be with you. Now....Anne is out of the way...and we can be together for all eternity! Won't that be great?" Robert said, letting out an unearthly cackle. Robert swiftly cut Eugine's throat, laughed a demonic laugh, and collapsed onto the bed. Eugine's parents came by one day, concerned as to why their child and his wife weren't answering their phone. They used a key that had been given to them by Eugine himself when he moved in. They searched the entire house until they came upon Eugine and Anne's bedroom. They found the terribly grotesque sight of both Anne and Eugine, necks sliced open, pools of dried blood around them. A knife lay in the center of the two bloody corpses, leading them to believe that one of the two, or maybe even both, had this horrible deed. Eugine's father had found Robert in the guest room, staring out the window to see the passersby.
The police were called, the funerals were given, but Robert was nowhere to be found after the parents had left. It had flat out disappeared!
Who knows, Robert just might be lurking in the shadows, looking for a new friend...
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