Ventriloquist

I’ve never…been a fan of ventriloquists, puppeteers, or anything that involves some sort of a creepy puppet or a controlling human. EVER.
Anyway, I guess you’re wondering where all this talk about my fear of these harmless things leads to. I’m only fifteen, so my friends are not that mature. Knowing this, you can infer that they were the type of friends that play endless amounts of tricks and jokes on each other.
Deciding it was my turn to get pranked again, they decided to kidnap me and take me to an unknown location. I know this is going to sound ditto, but…that was the last time they would ever see me again.
On a Friday afternoon, my friend, Greg told me to meet him and all my other friends at the arcade where we always hang out on Friday. So I did that. When I got there, Greg and my other friend Aaron were standing in the arcade parking lot, but the last addition to our group, Josh wasn’t with them.
“Where’s Josh?” I asked Greg.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “I’ll call him.” He said that last part quite loud.
Suddenly, Josh came up and grabbed me from behind.
“Ah-what the heck?!”
Greg smiled in a sinister way at me as he came forward and grabbed my legs.
“Hey, Greg! What are you guys planning?!”
I struggled and squirmed as Aaron walked up to us with what appeared to be a roll of duct tape.
“Hey…what are you doing with that…?!”
Aaron put the tape over my mouth, followed by his index finger. “Shush.” he grinned. He then put the tape over my eyes.
They eventually dropped me-literally dropped me in the in the unknown location. I heard a rattling sound, and I took the tape off of my eyes and mouth, wondering if all of that was really necessary. I looked back to see that there was a wired fence that they must have jumped over.
“You can’t be serious…” I said to myself, turning my attention to the ground. I glanced up to see a building that looked like some sort of a hangout for a killer. The windows were boarded up, there was very little lighting, and what light there was, was very dim. The yellowish, purplish sky mixed in with this creepy setting made it all the more eerie.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, making me jump a little. I waited for someone to rush out at me with a gun and tell me to get out while holding me at gunpoint. Then I heard snickering. I didn’t see anyone, but…I heard snickering! It sounded almost…evil!
Finally, a man appeared out of the shadows of the dark entrance to the building. He wore a tuxedo and top hat. A magician, perhaps?
“Dear me, did someone just leave you here?” he asked me.
“Uh…yeah…” I said. “Sorry, I’ll leave.” I said, standing up.
“No, stay a while!” he said.
“…What?”
“Stay with me a while!” he repeated.
“Um…I really can’t…I got to go…”
As I began to walk away, I heard a firm, “STOP.”
“What?!” I asked him. What he did in reply made me shiver. He motioned for me to come towards him, smiling. It wasn’t a friendly smile either; it was a very, disturbing sneer. For some reason, I didn’t run away. Slowly, I began to walk towards him, and he nodded. When I was in front of him, he grabbed my shoulders and stared down at me for a second before throwing me into the creepy building.
“AK!” I landed hard on the ground. When I turned myself around, I noticed he was locking the door.
“…Is there something you want with me?”
He didn’t say anything in reply, instead he just walked towards me, grinning like a madman, his hands behind his back. I crawled backwards, attempting to avoid him. I clenched my teeth in fear.
“W-what do you want?!” I demanded.
Once again, he didn’t say anything. He slid one of his hands out from behind his back, which appeared to be holding something. I could barley make out that it was a white rag.
“HEY…WAIT-!”
That was the last thing I said before I blacked out.
I woke up in cold, creepy room. The atmosphere was blue and eerie. I looked to either side of me. On my left, there was a table with a bunch of tools on it. On my right, nothing. I couldn’t move. I looked down to see that there were restraints on my wrist and ankles. I began to scream, terrified.
The man suddenly stepped in front of me, slipping on some gloves. “Oh, I see you’re awake!” he cheered.
“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME?!”
“Nothing much.” he laughed, picking up one of the tools on the table. He then stared at me for a while before saying, “Smile for me.”
“…What?”
“SMILE.”
I did the best smile I could in this situation, and he replied with, “Perfect!”
He then came forward with the tool a stroked the side of my face with his hand. I cringed at the feel of his touch.
“I won’t have to do much to your face,” he told me. “Since it’s so perfect.”
“What do you mean, ‘do much to my face?!'”
He laughed again. “Oh, nothing much!”
“AK-!” He grabbed the corner of my mouth, and stuck a needle through it.
“AGH!” Screaming in pain, I felt warm blood running down my chin.
“Hush now, this won’t take so long.” he said, continuing to stab me with the needle.
After a while, he moved to the other corner of my mouth, stabbing the needle through it.
“PLEASE, STOP!” I begged him.
After what seemed to be a long period of agonizing pain, he stepped back and said he was done. I tried speaking…but I couldn’t move my mouth all the way.
“W-WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!” I managed to choke out.
“There!” he laughed once more. “Now the audience will absolutely ADORE you!”
“A-Audience?”
“That’s right. You dummy.” He muttered that last part, and I could barley understand him.
He unstrapped me, and I tried to make a run for it, but of course he snatched me before I could get five feet. After he dragged me into what looked like a bathroom, he washed my hair and slicked it back. Then he…he…he actually stripped me and forced me to put on new clothes. He gave me a striped shirt with red suspenders, black shorts and some black dress shoes along with matching socks. I looked like a doll-or a dummy. The worst part was…a forced, stitched smile was on my face the whole time.
Well…I guess you can see where this is leading to. I performed shows with this guy every night, occasionally tried to escape, failed, then got punished for it. Every night this creep sets me up on his lap like an inanimate object and treats me like a dummy. He threatens to kill everyone in the theatre where we perform if I say anything that I’m not supposed to, or try to use Morse code by blinking.
The part that scares me the most is…if all these people are fooled by how realistic he made me look…then…what if…all the other ventriloquists in the world do this?! What if we’ve been fooled by these people…what if there are a thousand other kids like me that are being used everyday as…as dummies?! I mean…he never actually speaks for me…he forces me to do all the talking. So maybe…that’s the trick to all good ventriloquists!
, 27 March 2014 by Dramatic Zombie
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:TRUE STORY