I watched as the dolled curled its finger around my dead grandmother's pointer finger. The doll was 3 feet tall; it's huge blue marble shaped glass eyes staring at, me making sure I didn't move. Not that I could move. The doll had tied me up, gagged my mouth from when I had tried to escape.

I tired. I tried to tell my grandmother there was something scary about the doll but she had never believed me. Until now. The doll promised me one day it would be just me and her. Forever.

It let my grandmother's finger drop to the ground, causing a mini splash of blood. The doll, stepping with its small stubby black shoes walked towards me. I cried through the gag, trying to scream but the sounds weren't loud for anybody to hear. Except her.

Her purple plump glass lips never stopped smiling. The faded purple blush on her cheeks, the broken nose from when my grandmother kicked her, the painted black hair with only a few strands of long horse hair. The rest of her hair was torn out from the fight. My grandmother almost got her but the doll outsmarted her. When she tried to pick me up, the doll ran in front me and went straight for her eyes. They came out so easily. She stumbled back while grabbing her eyes. The doll was smart, this is what it expected. My grandmother stumbled onto a stool and fell on the edges of four umbrella hooks. The doll then got the butcher knife to finish her off. I watched the whole thing. Now she's dead and the doll got its wish.

The doll removed my gag then, using it's little glass hand, she rubbed my cheek. "There there, Liam. Mommy's here."

The doll's mouth never moved and I had no idea where the sound was coming from, I just knew my four-year-old self-was terrified. Since my grandmother had got the doll, it's done nothing but mother me. It would ask me if I had to use the bathroom, or  if I was hungry. It would actually make soup for me when I was sick and my grandmother would ask me how I knew how to make soup.

"Liam. We have to go. The police will be here shortly." She said.

I shook my head slowly.

"They will think you are a bad boy, Liam. They will take you away from me."

I started to cry even more. The doll shook its head and then walked over to my grandmother, snatching the butcher knife out of the side of her neck. It stuck two fingers inside of the gaping hole in my grandmother's neck; using the blood and wiping it on its eyes. I didn't know why it did that. The doll-faced me again, holding up the knife. She walked towards me again, blood dripping down her glass face. Right before my eyes she grew a foot taller.

"Who's your mommy, Liam?" The doll's voice was so soft. So harmless but at the same time, sinister. I heard the low extra voice behind it.

"You're my mommy," I said as she removed the ties off of my hands.

"Let's go home, Liam."

***

We lived in an abandoned house. By the time, I was 10 I shopped for everything. My "mother" wasn't allowed to really show herself. She said not yet at least. She called herself Noir. We lived in an abandoned house, she fixed it up herself throughout the years.

She's now 6 feet tall. There was a catch to this. She could only grow whenever she killed a person and took their blood. With that said, you can guess we've killed 2 people in the past few years. Yes, we. The friends I made, whenever they'd ask to come to my house I would let them. I knew it would be dangerous but I didn't know she would kill them. I just recently found out she grows with each kill. I blame myself for not knowing that sooner.

"My my, you're getting so tall." She said passing me the salt. "You'll almost be taller than me."

"Yeah," I said with a smile.

She looked at her food. The food she never ate in her life. I don't even know why she makes it for herself. She looked at me again. "Made any new friends lately."

I swallowed. Hard. I knew where this was going. I just knew it.

"No." I lied.

She got up out of her chair and walked over behind me. Her glass hands rested on my shoulders, giving me the chills. I was always afraid of her, and too afraid to leave. I knew she would find me if I left because she told me if I ever left she'd kill me.

"Do you feel lonely?" She asked me.

I shook my head and smiled, pretending to be happy about just me and her. "No. I'm not lonely."

"Maybe I should put you in school."

"No!" I said a little too loud. The cause her to look at me. Hard.

"What's wrong with school?"

"Ugh...it's just that..." I was stuck. I didn't what to say. "How will you put me in school? Someone might see you."

She waved her hand at me. "Oh don't worry about that. I have that under control."

...

"Noir...what's your last name again?"

"Noir."

"Noir what?" The school superior said.

"Just Noir."

It was hard for the superior to hear my "mother" her face was mostly covered by a scarf and hat. We were in the middle of summer and she wore a huge light brown winter jacket. She wore pants that were too loose around her skinny glass legs.  And my mother's nose, she covered it with a huge bandage. She looked so weird right now and I know everyone thought so.

"No last name...okay..."

***

I started school 3 weeks ago and my mother has been urging me to make friends. I've even caught her staring at me at recess from behind bushes. It was still so scary to see her outside lurking around. I wouldn't try to make friends and sadly I've made many. I was actually pretty popular around school. People wanted to hang out and I always turned them down.

It was until one day at school I had to be real careful. You see...she's been following me inside the school. She wants me to make friends. She wants their blood. She wants to grow. So you know what she did? She put invitations to a party that would be at my house inside my classmates locker.

Once at home, I told my mother I was feeling sick and would have to cancel the party today. I looked around. The table was full of sweets and board games. There were balloons everywhere and the place looked pretty comfortable. I knew this wasn't going to be a party. It was going to be a bloodbath.

"Parties are fun, dear." She said looking at me.

I turned away. I never got used to her glass eyes. "But I don't feel well."

"Nonsense." She said then wobbled back to her room.

***

She stayed in her room the whole time. My friends and I were at the table playing board games. All 7 of us. I was shaking the whole time cause I didn't know what would happen. It was when we got to a card game, I had an idea.

"Be right back. I need a pen." I said running towards my room.

"Hey Liam, tell Lynn and Mary to hurry out of the bathroom. They've been in there for ages."

"Huh? When did they go to the bathroom?" I asked. I hadn't seen them leave at all.

"Like ten minutes ago."

My heart sank and I knew something was wrong. I ran to my room but quickly stopped when I walked inside to see my mother strangling Lynn with the cord to PlayStation controller. Mary was already faced down dead on my bed with a knife rested on her shoulder. Using another knife, my mother stabbed Lynn's cheek and then her neck. I saw the color fade from Lynn's eyes.  My mother stuck two fingers into her neck then placed it on her eyes again. She started to walk towards me. This time, I didn't have a gag or hand tie.

"Liam." She whispered softly.

I ran out of the room as fast as I could. I heard her heavy glass shoes behind me.

"Run! Hurry, get out of the house!" I said while running towards my  friends. They didn't move. They only looked at me like I was insane.

"Liam? What's-"

My friend was cut off by the now 8-foot tall glass doll standing in the living room doorway. Her body swayed from side to side as if she couldn't even handle her own height. The blood on her glass eyes was almost dry and then the weirdest thing happened. Her lips. Her lips started to tremble. After all these years her lips never moved once. She had always smiled, but now...now her lips quickly formed into a frown and then they opened, exposing the sharpest pair of glass made teeth.

"Liam! What are you doing?" She screeched loudly. A thick black liquid poured out of her mouth and onto the floor as she spoke.

The others started to run towards the door. I started to run with them but my mother grabbed my shirt.

"Go guys! Just go!" I said that hoping they would try and help me but they were gone faster than rain hitting the surface of the ground.

I kicked and jerked away from her but she only caught hold of me again. She was screaming my name. She stuck out her finger, then flicked them against the floor causing them to break off; leaving her nothing but sharp glass as fingers. I felt the glass fingers digging into the back of my leg. I let out a loud yell from the pain.

"Let me...go!" I kicked my leg back really hard and with a lot force. I looked back as I heard the glass hit the floor. I broke a part of her stomach area.

"AaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAH!" She shrieked so loud my ears started to hurt. Her voice was mixed with high pitched and a deep and low pitched sound. I swear I felt the house shake. "How could you? I took care of you! You needed me!"

I kicked her again. This time on her head. She kept reaching for me but I just kept kicking. I broke more parts of her stomach until it shattered and she was broken in half.  Her fingers started reaching out for me and she swore she would kill me. Something from inside her stomach dropped onto the floor.

"How could you do this to your own mother!" She yelled. She attempted to crawl towards me. Her lower half started crawling towards me too.

I ran out of the house as she screamed after me. To my surprise, there were cops heading towards me. One of my friends must've called the cops. One got so close to me but before he did my body paralyzed. I collapsed onto the floor then everything was completely dark.

***

My mother was never found, but you know what was found? My heart. Turns out that thing that I saw drop from her glass stomach was MY heart. I'm just waking up after a long surgery. I needed another heart and luckily a donor was able to give me theirs. The scary thing is the fact that the doctors never told me what was keeping me alive this whole time. I found out when I was older. They had told me I had an exact replica of a heart made of glass in my chest. They showed me it one day. It was attached to tubes and was still pumping like a regular heart. It was unbelievable. I wanted to tell them about my mother but I never did.

I never saw her again after the event. But you know what? I still hear stubby glass steps whenever I'm alone. Sometimes before I go bed and  close my eyes I see the 8-foot-doll and the glass eyes standing over me then I open my eyes and she's gone. I know she's there. I just hope whatever happens to me, she doesn't find a new son to love. A new son to trick into giving her what she wants. God knows what will happen when she kills 50 people. Ugh, that sends shivers down my spine. But readers, if you hear the stubby glass footsteps. Run. Fast.