Part 3Dolly

I eventually softened and agreed to Lisa's request.

I took the meatball home. According to the instructions, I had to feed her every night before bed.

I put the fresh blood Lisa had prepared into a baby bottle, fought back my nausea, and took out the meatball.

It stayed still obediently. Its surface was smooth. Holding it felt a bit like holding a raw beef meatball from the supermarket.

But just as I was about to offer the bottle, the meatball suddenly opened its eyes!

Its eyes took up almost its entire body. The pupils were long and slit-like, resembling a painted pattern. It was disgusting and terrifying.

I shuddered in fear and instinctively let go.

The meatball seemed to fall to the ground. I hurriedly apologized and prepared to pick it up, but suddenly the power went out!

I fumbled to flip the circuit breaker back on, but when the lights came on, the meatball was gone.

"Dolly! Dolly, where did you go? Auntie didn't mean to let go!"

I called out several times with no response. When I bent down, I saw what looked like a smear of blood on the sole of my shoe.

A bad premonition spread from my heart.

No way. No way.

I chanted silently, slowly lifting my foot.

In that moment, I felt my blood freeze.

"Dolly" was stuck to the sole of my shoe. The shape of the meatball was gone. Blood and mashed flesh had exploded, completely crushed into bits.

And those long, slit eyes were flattened and printed onto the smooth floor, still staring straight at me.

I had trampled Dolly to death.

My mind went blank. My body went limp, and I collapsed onto the floor.