Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

     Taylor was trapped inside her hut due to the storms. Inside was a stone stove that she tried to fill wood into hastily for warmth. Water buckets lay underneath holes in the straw roof filling up quickly. She left her position and sat on her bed. The wind was growing more fierce by the second and shook the wooden frame of the hut. Then, as fast as lightning, everything was calm. The fire went out and darkness filled the room. Taylor steadily went over to a candle. She lit a flame and there was light again. Though the candle light was scarce and darkness was sending chills down her back. She heard whispers in the darkness; shadows of people were walking around the dark corners of the room. Taylor looked down at her feet. There were three dead monkeys; the first had its hands stitched to its eyes (see no evil), the second had its hands stitched to its ears (hear no evil), and the third had its hand stitched to its mouth (speak no evil). She tried to scream but all there was was silence. One voice said to her in a demonic voice,"SiLeNcE!!" She froze. Her hand was tingly and all a sudden lifted by its self and went into the darkness. She couldn't feel it anymore; then it came out of the darkness; in it was a doll made of yarn and straw. Right after seeing it the sun shined through the window and filled the room. The monkeys were gone and the shadows were gone with them. The next day she didn't have anymore uninvited visitors. She through the doll into the stove and watched it burn to ash. 
     She grabbed her basket filled with wheat and went into the village to get bread. "Good morning my Ms. Adam." Taylor said to the baker. "You don't have to sweet talk me dear, now state your business!" Ms. Adam said  commanding an answer. "I've came to get bread Ms." "Well, I guess your payment is wheat as always." Ms. Adam said with an edge in her voice. "Yes Ms." Taylor responded. "Very well then." Taylor handed her the basket of wheat. Ms. Adam took the wheat and gave her two loaves of bread. "On your way then Ms. Humane!" She said raising her voice a little. Taylor hated her last name especially when someone says Ms. Humane to her. She walked off into the streets filled with merchants, drunks, and witches. Taylor was relieved to have burned the doll; she didn't want to be blamed of witchcraft and be burned at the stake for it. 
     Taylor accidentally slipped into mud, her basket flew in the air and landed into a thieves hands. She screamed at the man and asked for help from people, but all they did was laugh. Humiliated, she ran back to the hut. That night she was thinking of the people who laughed at her. Then she felt something soft in her hand. The voodoo doll was back, with a pin stuck in it. Taylor took the doll and thought of the people who regarded her. So she stabbed the doll. 
     The baker was making bread when she got a horrible pain. She pulled up her apron and looked at her stomach. Skin was peeling back blood and guts came out of the hole. Her skull was splitting apart very slow. Her head bursted; blood went everywhere. Taylor heard screaming from the village. Everyone was dyeing, their bodies were filled with holes. One man from the village saw a black figure in the forest. He held his wooden cross tightly. It was Taylor, she was floating in midair; her eyes were red and black filled with anger. The evil of the doll had consumed her. She went through the town looking at the death holding the doll. The man screamed out,"WITCH!!" She went to his level and took her fist straight through his heart and ripped it out. Taylor lifted it up and said,"MaY tHiS bE a lEsSoN tO aLl wHo dIsGrAcE mE!" She ate his heart and burnt the village. Taylor was an immortal and forever is the keeper of that forest.