VooDoo You Love?

Warnings:

Gore (it is yandere)   
mentions of nudity
unwanted sexual situations
B.Y.O.B- Bring your own bottle

A/N: sorry for it being a little rusty, trying to get back in the swing of things.

Y/N POV

Run. That’s all you could do for the moment. All you could do until you made it out the door and to your car to get the f**k out of this nightmare. It didn’t help that the storm outside added to your terror, especially when the power went out. The loud claps of thunder and the pelting rain helped to drown out any sound the monster lurking around could be making.

You still couldn’t believe it was alive, that it was moving. The body, soft as could be yet strong enough to separate limbs from other party goers. Blood and gore as far as the eye could see, or at least as much as you could see in the dark.

It was just supposed to be a simple party! Nothing too crazy and out of control! Why is it that when you try to plan things, it never works out for you?!

You nearly cry as you and the beast make eye contact through the window. You watch in terror as it slowly shambles its way toward you with its new makeshift body.

Halloween, the perfect time for spooks, scares, and parties! You had been planning a Halloween party for a while now and wanted to get items early. There are already plenty of party and Halloween stores, however a new store had popped up and caught your eye. The store, Spooks and Spirits, was the first one opened and with it being a new business, you thought it would be a good idea to scout it out. If only you knew that being in that building would seal your doom, you would have never stepped foot in it.

As you pulled into the parking lot, you didn’t quite understand the reason for it being too empty, save for the five other cars. It’s a new Halloween store, so where is the crowd at? Stores like this are usually packed to the brim and even have lines up outside this time of the year. You step out of the car and examine the building. It isn’t very big, and if you judge on that alone, you would have guessed there to be nothing good to buy. On top of that, you’re not sure if it was supposed to look like an abandoned, decrepit building.

You reach your hand to the door handle and gently twist it open. It makes the cliché creaking noise you had nearly been expecting. You step inside and close the door before taking quick glances around the interior. The shop inside is dark and dreary, fitting that spooky vibe you are seeking.

As you look to the left, you get a huge scare from the mannequin standing right next to the door and land flat on your butt. You grab hold of your chest, fearing your heart may just burst out with how rapid the beating is going. You glance back up at the object of your terror and let out a small laugh at it. It is just a plain mannequin, no facial features, not anything distinguishing, just a pale piece of plastic. You couldn’t believe an inanimate thing like that had just scared you.

You stared at it for a moment before you hear a feminine voice from behind call out to you. It is an older woman. You took note of how she is dressed, the robes looking rather old and ragged and looked as though you would wear them back in the old, old days. Thinking it to be a costume, you speak about how you love her costume, but she just gives you a confused look.

You let out an awkward laugh and explained that you are hosting a Halloween party and would like to see if she had anything in stock to put a little scare on your party guests.

Terra, the lady’s name, welcomed you and, though it was a small store, provided a tour around the shop. Bottles and books lined the shelves, some daggers and dresses hung along the walls and each item continued to get worse as you looked further along the store. Red flags of all kinds started to go off in your head when you reached the back of the store.

Dead animals hanging, hearts in jars, eyeballs in bags, just one gruesome sight after another.

She tried to interest you in “real” occult items, not the cheap fake stuff, such as an authentic Ouija board, voodoo dolls, spells and potions. Even though this would definitely help with scaring the party goers, you didn’t like how serious she is becoming.

She starts to mumble to herself before she begins trying to sell, or more like give, you a one-of-a-kind voodoo doll. She handed it to you, or rather shoved it into your hand. You looked over the small doll. It was a rather cute little doll with its dark brown hair, black button eyes and stitched smile. His tan crocheted body is covered with a little white shirt and black jacket along with cute little jean pants. It seemed more of a normal doll than a voodoo doll

But then she started the sales pitch saying that not only will it harm those that you despise most, but that it would be a great source of protection. It would be a two in one doll, with great misfortune for others, but wonderous luck for you. The thought of even being able to harm other people, real or not, did not sit well with you.

While it was a cute little rag doll, you figured it best not to invite any kind of evil that could come along with owning the doll. And with how serious she is being about it all, you figured it was best to just leave before she tried to put a hex or curse or whatever on you.

You thank her but decline the offer, resting the doll on a shelf next to you. You turn to leave, but run into the same doll like mannequin, knocking it onto the floor with you landing on top of it. You apologize profusely to the lady and pick it up quickly, stumbling and panicking to get it back upright and get the hell away from this place.

When had it been moved to the back? It was originally in the front by the entrance, and you are certain no one else had been in the store. Once it is standing back up, you turn to the lady and thank her for showing you around and promising that you would come back (you wouldn’t though) and leave the store. In your haste and panic, you completely missed the feeling of a ghostly cold grip clinging to your hand.

And never once did it occur to you that you didn’t see one other person in that building, despite the few cars in the lot.

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Everywhere you go, the lingering feeling of eyes watching you is always there. You have had that feeling since you left the shop a couple of days ago. Even now, as you are hanging decorations around the spook house you rented with your friends, Dylan and Martha.

“Y/n, stop being so paranoid, no one is watching you.” Martha tries to comfort you.

“Yeah, unless you count us as watching.” Dylan, chimes in. You had mentioned that store to them, but when you went to show them said business, it was gone. It was like there was never a building there to begin with. The space is closed, and the other businesses are closer together…it didn’t make any sense.

 They laughed at your shocked face, thinking that you were only playing a prank on them. It kind of hurts that they don’t believe you, then again, you are starting to believe that maybe it was a dream. You never considered the black magic crap to be true, just stuff used to scare you.

It took all day, but you’ve finally got all the decorations up and ready. All that you needed to do now was send a massive email to all your classmates across campus an invite to the Halloween party.

“Ok guys! It looks fantastic here! I am so ready to get done with finals and party the night away!” Martha all but cheers.

“Calm down girl, we still need to make a list of what all needs to be brought so I can send an email out. Oh and Martha? This is a B.Y.O.B, so if you want alcohol, bring it yourself.” You tell your friend, to which she sticks her tongue out at you.

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” She says as you all walk out and head back to your dorms.

When you get back, you notice a little white box sitting on your bed. You look over to ask your roommate Jessica, about it, but she wasn’t in the room. She must have just stepped out as when you went to enter the room, the door was unlocked.

Not thinking anything of it, you walk over to the box and open it. Your hands shake as you drop the box and its contents on the floor. It was that doll from the Halloween store! How in the world did it end up here?? You throw the lid back over the box and toss it in your desk drawer. You would ask Jessica once she got back from whatever she was doing.

You waited all afternoon, and still no sign of your roommate. You glance back at your desk drawer, apprehensive about the thing inside it. You shake your head, you’ve had a long day, finals are tomorrow, and you need a good night’s sleep. You gather up some clothes and go to the showers to clean yourself up.

Once done, you curl up in the bed. You look across the room to the empty bed. ‘She must be out having a study group or something.’ You think before deciding to just go to sleep. Unbeknownst to you, your desk drawer slightly pushed open, enough for a not so inanimate object to push its body through.

It’s the next morning and all you can think about is the party tonight. It will be a chance to unwind and have fun after all these finals. You jump up and run around to get dressed. It’s when you are finally ready to go to class do you realize you hadn’t seen Jessica at all this morning. And you were up early!

Then your mind reminded you of the other thing about yesterday. Your gaze drifts to the desk that imprisoned the doll, and you feel the color drain from your face as you noticed to drawer open. You walk over to it, expecting the doll to jump you and then stab you, but it didn’t. in fact, it wasn’t even in the desk at all.

As you stare intently at the now empty space, you startle at the sound of your last alarm going off for you to get to class. You gather your things and run out of the room. Maybe you dreamed up finding him yesterday. He wasn’t here this morning so maybe, just maybe you are only losing your mind!

“Hey, Y/n, Martha isn’t feeling too good, I think it’s from all the alcohol. I’m going to bring her home, ok?” You hear Dylan shout over the loud music. You give him a thumbs up and watch as he helps get her to his vehicle. Poor Martha though, she sucked down so much whiskey so fast, and Dylan was her unlucky designated driver. They barely got to enjoy the night. As you watched though, you notice little drops of rain hit the window. Guess a storm is coming, but that alright, it adds to the spook factor for the night.

You stay and continue to dance and chat with your fellow classmates. It was so nice to be out for fall break and finally get to unwind. Finals were stressful, but now is the time to just relax. The alcohol does its job of getting you to loosen up just a bit to keep from being a wallflower all night.

As you party and dance, you notice someone hanging back towards the stairs. He’s really tall and is wearing a costume that seems nearly familiar, but you couldn’t place it. The fabric looking body, the dark hair, white shirt and jacket with jeans, it kind of resembled a doll of some kind.

Deciding to be nice, you go over to strike up a conversation. Your mind, however, starts sending out red flag signals. The closer you get, the more this outfit doesn’t really look like a costume. On top of that, the strong scent of copper floods your nose.

You’re almost at arm’s length when you realize the smell is coming from him. Choosing to just walk away instead, you turn as if you are headed to the kitchen, when your wrist is snatched and you’re pushed against the wall. The ‘hands’ belong to the guy in the costume. His body completely engulfed you, hiding you away from prying eyes. He practically lays on you whilst groping you all over. He tries to lift your shirt up but you shove him back and he stumbles into the railing of the stair case.

You hear a shout of pain from across the room. When you look over, you see this guy’s hand is bent at an awkward angle. Then out of nowhere another shout of pain is heard from a woman.

Her nose looks broken.

Soon a cacophony of cries and shouts sounds and just like that, other people’s body parts are twisting and turning. Some just start bleeding out of holes coating their whole body. You back up and turn your head to look at the doll guy, only to watch in horror as he quite literally rips someone in half!

People are soon pushing and shoving each other to get out of the house. You are soon thrown onto the stairs by some guy and the doll thing grabs him, effectively blocking the only way to go past them.

You take the moment to run up the stairs while he was slashing though the guy. It may seem cowardly not to help, but self-preservation is a thing. Besides, how are you going to be able to take down a doll barehanded? You didn’t have anything sharp to cut into the stitching, nor did you have a lighter to set the f**ker on fire.

You duck into another room, thankfully empty this time. You close and lock the door. You look around and take in your surroundings. There is a bed, a dresser, a small couch, and a couple of standing light fixtures in the corners, which would be great weapons if you need them. You quietly shove a dresser in front of your locked door to keep the monster out of the room whilst you collect your thoughts.

You run to the window and open and judge the distance between the second floor and the ground. It’s not a far drop, but the landing could seriously screw you over without knowing where the beast is currently located. If he’s downstairs and you drop and get hurt, he could see you and get to you before you reach your car. But if he is on the second floor with you, then the risk would be worth it.

Worst case scenario is you break your leg or ankle. Adrenalin will get you to the vehicle before you noticed the pain…. probably. You go back to the door and press your ear to the door, straining your hearing to figure out where he is.

It’s dead quiet aside from the rain and thunder; the music that was playing is long gone now and the house is silent.  Then you hear it. It’s not loud and you almost miss it but there are dull thuds, footsteps. The monster is going downstairs, you think, as the sound gets quieter.

A thought occurs to you though: it is a stuffed thing; it shouldn’t be making any kinds of stomping….

Lightning flashed, lighting the whole room as you finally realized where you saw that…demon before. It was the doll. That same small rag doll you had been shown at that Halloween store, the doll that showed up in your dorm…the only difference now is that it is life-size! And with a thirst for blood and gore with how it was tearing through everyone at the party

Your breath hitches, a whole new wave of fear travels up your spine. Did…did it follow you here? Was it because of you that so many people are dead?

You hear another, rather loud this time, thud downstairs. It almost sounds like someone is throwing something around. You can only guess that the doll is looking for any remaining survivors. You step away from the door.

You could wait it out, surely it has forgotten all about you in favor of the several bodies downstairs. Then again on the off chance it hasn’t forgotten and decides to come get you and tear you apart…. You shake your head; you need to focus.

You go to the bed and pull all the sheets off the bed and start tying them together. You’ve seen this done in movies plenty of times, there must be some truth to this working if it’s constantly used. You wrap the big blanket around the post at the foot of the bed, and then tuck and tie the sheet onto that.

You continue until all the blankets and sheets are used and tug on them tightly to be sure they will hold. Once they are nice and secure, you wrap them up and walk to the window making sure everything is prepared for your descent.

Your plan is to make it look like you’ve gone out the window and then hide in the closet, or at least plan B. Your main goal is to get to your car and get the heck out of Dodge, be that through making it think that you’ve jumped out the window or you finally commit to it and try to run.

Things don’t always go as planned though. When you open the window, however, a loud scream of pain rings throughout the house startling you enough to jump back. Your feet catch each other, causing you to stumble and trip out the window. You don’t have a chance to shout before your breath is caught in your throat thanks to the sheets tangling your legs, leaving you to dangle upside down. You watch as your keys fall out of your pockets and land on the ground below you.

Once you recover from your shock at what happened, you quickly try to untangle yourself. You aren’t far from the ground, so the fall shouldn’t hurt to bad. You’ll grab your keys and be on your merry way! This is fine!

After a few moments of useless struggling and spinning, you take a break to catch your breath. Unfortunately, your twisting stops with you facing a window on the ground floor, tears wanting to escape your eyes as you and the monster make eyeless eye contact. Its ‘staring’ is intense as it stops what it is doing, dropping something (or rather someone) on the floor. Lightning flashes again and you can fully see its body, or rather the new pieces of its body. It is almost no longer made of a soft doll like material, oh no it looks to be made of skin.

Then it starts moving.

You watch in terror as it slowly shambles its way towards the door with its new makeshift frame. Your energy is renewed as you begin to tug at the bindings again, shanking and breathing becoming erratic at all the panic you feel. Just get free and run!

You don’t hear the door opening or the thundering steps coming in your direction, not when your fight or flight kicks in but, unfortunately for you, flight isn’t an option.

You flail like a fish, screaming and swinging your arms trying to hit the hands that attempt to grab you. This is it, you’re going to die, all thanks to your clumsy footwork. Your eyes squeezed tight as the waterworks wouldn’t stop, and you could barely breathe, until the hands finally grasped your body and lifted you up to keep you from dangling upside down.

The quiet sounds of someone hushing you as they untangle your legs, causing you to fall the rest of the way into their arms. It didn’t take much to immobilize you with you basically tuckered out, your strength extinguished. It used the end sheet to wrap around your arms to tangle those up to keep you from trying to swing your arms again. All you can do is lay limply in the arms that carry you back inside the house. You almost miss the texture of said arms holding you, the arm supporting your legs being leathery, whilst the other behind your back being really cushy.

You don’t have the mindset to dwell on it when the smell of copper floods your nose. You finally open your eyes to witness all the carnage that befell the party goers. So many bodies mangled and ripped apart, intestines strung about like streamers. Numerous people are missing body parts of all kinds, legs, arms, eyes, noses, ears, etc. it wasn’t until you finally look back at the thing carrying you did you remember what you saw earlier, all the missing parts reside firmly on its body.

The cruel thing had been removing all pieces necessary to turn it to a grotesque form of a man. You aren’t sure how any of this is possible, you didn’t believe in all that mumbo jumbo bullsh*t, it surely was fake. Now, however, as proof is literally holding you, you begin to fear the realm of black magic.

It dawned on you that you had been staring right at the thing for a good bit, and ‘he’ is still missing parts. ‘He’ had a skinned-off face, which is stitched rather tight to resemble as close to a face as he could, but he still needed eyes and a nose, the lips had been crudely cut from the face he took. Your guess is he didn’t like the ones on the original.

Oh God, was he going to take pieces from you next? You tried weakly to get out of the tight hold, but you just couldn’t muster up the muscle to give it your all. You are soon dropped on the couch, he takes the sheet and re-wraps it around you, a mockery version of a blanket burrito. You only hoped you didn’t look good enough to eat in case he was hungry.

A needle and thread are produced, and he starts to tightly sew the sheet around you. It never occurred to you how swift and harmless the procedure was. Never once did the needle stick you, though it did stick through your clothes, sewing you and the blanket together. You guess he thinks this is better than rope, less damage to your skin if he wants to use any part of you.

If there were ever a time to beg, now was as good a time as ever, “Please let me go!” you plead. You look back at the bodies and begin to wonder how many of them tried the same thing. What makes you any different? The only thing is, this is all you can do at this point. Beg, plea, pray, your voice is all you have left and it isn’t much.

A stitched-up hand comes close to your face, stroking your cheek and brushing any loose strands out of your face. The thumb then moves towards your eyes to swipe the tears away. Your face heats up at the intimate seeming action, but in no way could it be any form of comfort towards you. A cry was going to come forth until the other hand, the one that has yet to be altered with flesh, guided your chin up until your mouth closed shut. The hand caressing your face moved down with one finger to press to your lips in a ‘shh’ motion.

He stands back up, giving you a full view of his monstrous form. His left arm is still made of that soft material, the pelvis and the right leg aren’t finished either, just from the knee up. You watch as his frame stumbles his way back towards the bottom of the stairs and picks up something. He maneuvers his way to the center of the room and sits down, the thing in his hand being a knife, as he grabs a leg and starts cutting it, peeling the skin like an orange.

You watch as he strips it from the muscle and then wraps it around the fabric of his own leg. The same needle and thread he used earlier with you was found in his hand once again as he sews the skin to himself. The sight and squelching sound had you whimpering. He was going to kill you too, sooner or later it will be your turn.

The only thing to break you out of your trance of the sight before you is the sound of the front door opening and closing. You almost scream out for help, until you notice who it is.

“Look at this mess! I told you, you need only one person that would suit you, not twenty five!” It’s that old lady from the store, Terra. She looks around before her gaze lands on you and the frustration in her eyes softens.

“Oh dear, just look at you. Lucas has really made a mess of things, hasn’t he?”

“W-What?” you’re a little dumbfounded at what she’s talking about. She grins before going over to the doll man and helping him stich up the back part of ‘his’ leg. “This young man is Lucas, my son.” She admits to you. “He died quite a long time ago and I had been trying to bring him back. At first, he was happy to just be around the home, living as a spirit. Until he saw you, that is. Why, I had never seen him so enamored by anyone till he laid eyes on you.” She confessed, finishing the last stitch before standing up.

“Though, he wasn’t supposed to behave like this with you around.” She gave him a pointed glare. “I mean look at what you did, aside from this mess, you’ve scared Y/n half to death. The stress and fear are rolling off her in waves!” Terra scolded. Lucas’s eyeless gaze looks over to you for a moment before looking back at his mom.

It was silent for a moment before she commented, “Look, I know you want to be perfect for her, but the way you went about this could have been cleaner. Oh well, what’s done is done. Let’s just finish this up so I can clean everything up.” Terra walks toward you and places her hand over your eyes. “There is no need for you to continue to witness the rest of his work. So for now, rest and relax, you wake once everything is ready.” She tells you before you are put to sleep.

You awake to the feeling of a soft bed and hands on your body. It would feel nice, if you weren’t feeling them on your actual skin. Your eyes fly open and see someone who is covered in all kinds of stitching, kind of like a doll.

As if splashed with cold water a rush of fear came over you as you remember who he is and what he did. His body completed and if it wasn’t for all the seams, he would look like a normal person. There was not a single patch of the material that he used to have, it is all skin. And not a single piece of cloth to cover him.

You turn your head as you try to get out of the bed only to be pulled back by the restraints attached to your wrist. You look up and see the ropes attached to bed posts. You go to kick your feet, only to realize they are in the same predicament. On top of looking at your legs, you finally come to see that you are missing something quite important.

Your clothes.

The man, Lucas, continues to run his hands along your body, a creepy grin adorning his face the whole time.

“It’s so nice to finally feel you in your entirety. Your skin is so smooth and soft.” Lucas quietly comments.

“Get your hands off me!” You twist and turn, trying to get him to stop touching you. He seems undeterred though, in fact, it seems to spur him on. The hands run along your breasts, and he squeezes them in a massaging fashion.

“What do you want from me?!” you shout at him, but he doesn’t answer with words at first. Instead he locks lips with yours, the hands holding your breasts move to cup your face to keep it still. Before you recover from your shock and go to bite down on the tongue that invaded our mouth, he pulled away.

“You.” Lucas answers out of breath. “I want you.” His lips slide down, kissing along your neck and back down to your chest.

“Did you ever think to consider that I don’t want you?” You question, but he doesn’t answer, his mouth too busy for talking as his lips enclose around your areola, sucking and licking at one, while a hand is on the other one.

“Stop it! Let me go!” you start wiggling again, trying anything to dislodge his mouth, which works for all but two seconds as he switches to the other to give it the same treatment. Your wrists pull and tug at the rope, hoping that you can get at least one arm free, but it seems useless.

“I can’t. I have craved intimacy and I wanted it with no other but you. I just want to bask in your presence, to feel all of you with my new body, to touch, taste, love.” His voice drifts off as his mouth also drifted lower, long tongue hanging out as he went down your body tasting every inch of skin the extremity caressed.

“And I think I’ll start with the most beautiful part of you.” He whispers as his tongue delved between your legs.

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Hey look! Dylan  was spared for once!

Wow. This one-shot has been hiding on one of my flashdrives since 2018. I had completely forgotten its existence until I started sorting through all my files. It was almost finished, but it needed so much work on it.  I thought about posting it for a Halloween special, but, as you can see……it didn’t happen.