This isnt for the faint of heart, what happened to me wasn't some sick joke,

this was murder, what's even weirder...not even by a living thing!

It was supposed to be a check up with my physiatrist, as usual i arrived twenty minutes early and sat down in the office to wait,

one of the first odd things i noticed were that the lights were dimmed....and that the person at the front desk wasn't there.

I shrugged this off as electrical issues and that the receptionist had to use the restroom.

Time passed and there was still no sign of the representative. My instincts told me I should just check up on the time of my appointment again,

just to make sure I wasn't too early. As I approached, I could swear I heard a voice... the voice of a little girl.

As I turned around, I saw a small doll. I thought it belonged to the girl I could hear.

I looked around to see if I could see the girl, but nothing. I looked back to where I saw the doll,

but it was gone.

I searched around, thinking maybe i was just imagining it, I merely shrugged it off,

still wondering about it, this was a adult clinic, no children are allowed, so how the hell did a doll get in here,

and little girl....receptionists gone, maybe they just snuck in and are now messing with people.

Sometimes arrogance is the best way to stay alive...wish it was that simple though....

I began to hear the voice of the little child again. This time, it was getting closer.

The hairs on the back of my neck began to rise as I felt an eerie atmosphere begin to arise.

I looked in the direction of the little girl's voice and then saw her... but... it was not the sight I was expecting!

The girl looked at me head on. Half of her face had been taken.

But it wasn't the sort of clean cut you'd expect from a professional surgeon.

It was more like it had been torn from her. She began to walk towards me. And as she came closer,

I saw the doll in her hands. As she was about to be in arms reach of me, the lights suddenly went out and I heard her scream.

I closed my eyes and a few seconds later, I opened them, expecting her to be next to my face. But it wasn't to be.

All the lights were on, the representative was where they were meant to be,

and other people waiting were next to me looking at me in shock.

I stood up, hurriedly going to the restroom and splashing water over my face, staring into the mirror,

there was a movement behind me i didn't notice before, i got the water out of my eyes and tried to focus on it.....it was a doll,

just sitting there, i looked behind me and it wasn't there, i turned to the mirror again, and there it was.

I put his hand on the mirror where the doll is, suddenly feeling a chill go down his spine, I turned again and there it was,

sitting there, watching me with a lifelike face, almost as if it was real. The door slammed open,

something covered in a black shroud coming in, carrying a large clever. When the door opened all that was head was the deafening screams of many, almost as if it was a torture chamber. I backed up in horror, hitting the mirror violently and hitting my side on the sink. I looked up...it was all gone, nothing there, only evidence of any struggle was the mirror I had cracked, I held my side, having violently hit it and it now hurt quite badly.

There was a pounding on the door, It was the receptionist, she told me that the doctor was waiting for me.

I opened to door slowly, peering around, everything was silent, only thing heard was a few voices from the multiple rooms, i walked down

the hall to his office. He welcomed me in, sat me down on his table and began with the normal procedure of questions and testings.

He made me lie down on the table and i closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths then opening them...i wish i hadn't but when i

did, i saw a morphed version of him...his eyes..well eye..was deep red, his other eyes, just wasn't there, and the room had

turned a odd red shade, the tools looking more bloody and sharper than before, i tried to move, at least do something, but my

arms and legs were tied to the table by clamps. I struggled, trying to scream but he but a cloth on my mouth to keep

me from screaming. He pulled out a very sharp scalpel and moved to the side of my head, inserting it just under my ear

and beginning to move down to my jawline, I screamed, as hard as possible, and suddenly all the pain vanished and i opened my

eyes again, it was the normal doctor, he was just putting a breathing mask on and assuring me i would only be out for a hour

as they fix a issue with my left thyroid. He puts me out, and i wake up..thats really it, felt like a few seconds but when

I looked up..well The mad doctor begins to take out his other tools. I saw another doll in one corner. It had no face, but as I

looked to the other corner, I see other dolls, these clearly have the faces of humans... the other subjects that hadn't returned.

I started panicking, all the dolls seemed to be watching me, as if they all knew what was happening. He started cutting again,

this time getting all the way, he skin all gone from my face...the pain was unbearable, though there was a IV in my arm, not

letting me pass out as i had to watch every second of what he did, he took it off, going to a cabinet and pulling out a doll

without a creepy face, and began to skin it The faceless doll grinned. It's metal facial structure clearly showing a happy yet

sinister expression. It looked at my skinless face and laughs. "That look suits you well human! But don't sweat it! You won't

even be using your body for much longer!" It hints to the large cleaver I saw earlier, and I hear the other doll's

laugh menacingly.

I shut my eyes,all the laughing was going to kill me, and as i opened them, the doctor was taking

the mask off, no dolls, no evil doctor, no nothing, it was a normal office, he told me that i was struggling a bit

in my sleep and that i try to get some sleep at home.

after talking to the receptionist i started home...it was normal, which was surprising, i got some food from a corner

store and ate it while walking home, i arrived at my apartment complex and walked through the front door, going up the

3 flights to my apartment. I begin to hear cackling. This was a suddenly emotional struggle as I had thought I'd be fine.

Nothing had happened yet, I thought it was just my mind, and so I continued to walk up the stairs. I then hear the voice.

That voice of the doll I saw my face being put onto. I couldn't bare it. I decided to run up the stairs, thinking the quicker

I got to my bed and rested, the quicker my mind would stop playing these harsh tricks on me. But as I entered my room, there

it was. The doll. "Hello again Tom"

My eyes widened. I saw the doll had my face. It was impossible! "How... how do you have my face? My face is still

attached to me!"

"Look again pal!" The doll smirks as it hints to the mirror.

As I look into the mirror, I see nothing more than muscle tissue where my face had been removed. I look at the doll

in disgust and turn to run to the kitchen to grab a knife, but the doll leaps in front of me and dashes towards the kitchen.

I begin to worry and attempt to beat it there The doll beats me but has a hard time opening the drawers. I see an opportunity

and quickly open it and grab a knife. As I turn to attack the doll. I see it's disappeared. ?COME ON OUT! REVEAL YOURSELF!"

I yell with frustration, but all I get in response is silence. I began to search the area, looking for him. But as I turn

the corner, I see the other dolls. All with deadly tools. The dolls all begin to advance towards me. There was only one thing

I could do, but I'd have to be quick. Even if there was the possibility of me ending my own life as well...

I turn to run to the kitchen again, turning on the gas, then run towards the stairs and run up them.

As I draw near to the top, I slip and begin tumbling down the stairs. The dolls laugh as they raise their weapons, ready to kill

me...I shake my head then get up limping and holding my side. As I begin to climb, the dolls weapons hit just inches from where

I was. I eventually get into my room and can now smell the gases fumes. I shut the door and lock it. Turning to my drawers

I open the top one and take out a revolver I'd been hoping to never use, and load it with the single box of ammunition.

I look at the door again and see there are a few holes now where the dolls have started breaking the door. The gases

much more potent as it seeps through the many holes. I turn to the window and try to smash it. I leap and as I exit

the window, I fire a few rounds into the home, and ignite the gases fumes, sending a flaming stream through the

fumes path straight into the oven causing the apartment to explode.

I land in a large pile of leaves and sigh. As I try to get up, I struggle to move. I was too injured. I look to

my right and see the doll that had my face. It was laying motionless and it was still flaming. I had won. And I shut my

eyes, waiting for the reassuring sound of the sirens.

A few weeks later, I am in a police station. They heard my case but the words that keep

sticking in my mind were the final words they said to me.

"There were no dolls at the scene of the explosion"