Nightmare Diaries
The Marionette

Doll’s Key, is an antique doll shop in a remote town. No one knows when the store began, residents say the store was run by a family that has existed since the city was founded, the Crombell family.

At first glance, the antique doll shop looks like a store that has gone bankrupt because the walls of the building have been peeled and wrapped

wild plants. The shop seemed suffocated with shrubs that controlled every side of the wall except the front. But that is the attraction of this store, many antique lovers to young people who want to test the guts target this small shop.

The first thing is that I'm right in front of Doll’s Key right now. I'm an antiques enthusiast, especially if the antiques intersect with the mystical. From a distance of five meters already felt the typical aura of this shop.

In my spirit I stepped foot into the Doll’s Key store, just a step I immediately fell in love with this place. Wood floors that creak when stepped on, the sound of bells attached behind the door, dim lighting and the aroma of mahogany is so strong.

“Perfect.” My sight was sliding wildly in all directions, this was a dream shop.

CLING…

My gaze immediately shot towards the sound, it seemed like the sound had come from the cashier's desk. Two seconds later, a head appeared from under the table.

“Hi sweet boy, ready for adventure?” It turned out to be the head of an old woman, maybe she was the owner.

I nodded enthusiastically, the old woman gave me a shabby piece of paper and pointed at a wooden door. My whole body seemed to be called by that door, like there was a powerful magnet that would make me regret not entering it.

Suddenly my hand was held, it turned out that the woman was holding my hand. Maybe because I was too amazed to realize when he got up from the cashier table and was right behind me.

“Avoid the touch of glass.” He said then let go of my hand, a tone that sounded unfriendly. Warning, very annoying.

I tried to neutralize my expression and walked towards the door, very impatient with ‘pleasure’ waiting behind it. The door creaked as I pushed it inside, sounding like

no one has opened it for a long time.

My eyes sparkled brightly under the minimal lighting in the room, tens maybe hundreds of antiques arranged so nicely. A messy arrangement that adds a mystical and dark impression. A classic European-style pink bed covered in worn white mosquito nets is right in the corner of the room.

All the shelves that were lined with antiques filled the walls. Many things were scattered around the bed, I could not see clearly the direction of the bed because the lighting just did not reach in that direction. Only in the light with a candle on the nightstand that is on the side of the bed. This spacious room is similar to a young girl's room if arranged more neatly.

My attention was on a painting

it hangs right above the bedside.

The light of the burning candle hit his face, giving the impression of a strong wind. Painting of a woman wearing a red kimono and sweeping views in all directions. I called it that way because he always glanced everywhere I stepped as if watching, a very interesting optical illusion.

Then I turned my eyes to ‘benda’ which was behind a barely transparent mosquito net. I slightly exposed the mosquito net and peeked at something behind a thin cloth full of dust.

“Rest In Peace, My Little Lady.” I read it carefully, trying to find something else.I accidentally got my face right in front of someone's face.

I smiled, how could her doll be so similar to a sleeping girl. I could not see his face clearly because the light of the candle was swaying as if a new strong wind was blowing. I glanced back at the candle below

painting of a woman wearing a red kimono.

Then my eyes rose and stared

the painting of the woman, now she displays a pouty look on her face?

I went back to paying attention to the glass chest while occasionally bringing my face closer to see the details inside. This doll had a tattoo on the back of her hand that lay gracefully beside her body. ‘Be carefull with the glass touch.’ The writing

so unique and beautiful, the writing is circular with intricate patterns that decorate it.

I was so fixated on the pattern in the doll's hand that I barely noticed an object moving behind me.

Suddenly a candle fell to the floor, I was shocked and accidentally held the glass chest. My face is right above my face

the doll, faintly I saw her smile.

Maybe from the beginning this doll was made with a smile on her face, but she just smiled with her eyes still closed when I saw her at this close distance.

The strange incident continued because suddenly a strong wind revealed the entire side of the mosquito net and the smile of this doll was getting more fluffy, very sweet. My hair bristled when I realized there was no window in this room, only a way out.

A second later I heard a shriek, his voice coming from a painting of a woman wearing a red kimono. The sound was so shrill that it made the ears hurt and then the sound of bells ringing loudly.

I closed my ears firmly and ran towards the door, but somehow the door felt so far away. I ran with all my might, and I felt very tired and slowly closed my eyes.

I don't know how long I closed my eyes when I realized I couldn't move my body. The first thing I saw was

the entrance to the room that was now slowly opened from the outside.

I wanted to scream for help but I didn't even have the strength to. I could only see someone coming in with a lantern, she was the old woman I met at the checkout table.

He entered and looked at me with a look of pity, he shook his head while clucking. The old woman approached me and easily lifted me up, I could not move my body even a little. It's weird, the old lady was hanging me on the wall.

He smiled lightly, “Can’t you see the warning signs?”