sing me to sleep } puppet(teer)s | Stine Plot

I spent months debating in this cold damp cage as the others wasted away. My silent predicament was over light, or lack of it. Was it better to play their games in the brightly light dollhouse above, or to spend hours trapped in these Ripred-dammed cages. (Of course I would prefer the natural light of the sun.) Maybe it is the influence of being trapped here for days, with only the quick flash of a lightbulb when the man feeds us, but at this moment I would take the sick games of Annabelle over another second here. Her games were strange, and surprisingly simple for a family like this, but I take them over the others. Whispers tell of incisions and sex. I just want out though, I want the cage gone, to run free into the light and drink water that is not lukewarm and rusty. I want my freedom back, but that is not possible with the Stine family. They insist on pushing you down, further and further into your own mind. Until you crack.

Someone, peeks in making a crack of light in the doorway. She, judging by the voice, whispers, "Are you awake? I missed you." (I didn't miss you.) I hear a brief scuffle then I am blinded by what I desired so badly just seconds before. The lights hurt, and the girls calls out "Let there be light." She is not my puppeteer. No, this is the sick girl, Samara. She is actually sick. Before being kidnapped I used to pity her, they said she would die from it eventually. Now, I can see the influence it has had on her twisted little mind. Her puppets have told me about their games of "doctor". They showed me the scars. But it never really clicked... the thought that a little girl could actually inflict pain onto people twice, almost three times her size.

It never clicked until just now, because her eyes gleamed with a certain emotion that made me push away from the light. I don't want this dying girl to notice me, because I fear what she might do. Instead I head to the corner, looking away to avoid eye contact. (Pathetic, she is 8 and you are hiding from her.) My father's voice whispers reminding me to be strong. I quietly scold myself for being weak, why can't I just face her? What do I have to lose?

As I make the silent decision to confront the girl a shadow comes along. I back up once again, praying it will not be the taxidermist. (Weak) It's the brother, a year older than me, his name alludes me. "Samara, you know we shouldn't play today."

In my (professional) opinion, he is the least insane. He does not have that scary fire inside, instead he seems more calm and collected. That being said he never exactly called anyone to help us. Once again I debate over what to do next, he probably won't let me out, but I whats the point in not trying. Because none of these weaklings are showing signs of trying.

 My voice is raspy, and deeper then a last remembered, but works none the less. "Help. Please... just let me out."

This is not going to end well... the other slaves (sorry, puppets) are waking up, I hear a girl moaning. It's Deja, Annabelle's other puppet. She never was very brave, just there, not much to her. I was disgusted by her acceptance of this fate, she gave in quickly and has wasted away. I hope that I die before I reach that stage, because I can not give up on my family.

"We don't have a key," Samara responds rather kindly for her. Of course they don't have a key! Stine would never be that stupid enough to give a key to his kids. "Hi." Does she think he is going to talk to her now? Like I'm not a prisoner to her and her family? Maybe if I treat them like an actual human they'll act like a human.

Before I can say anything, nice or anything else. Another voice speaks out surprisingly clear for a puppet, "Shut up." So quiet I am not even sure I heard it, but the reaction of the son suggests I wasn't. Then it comes again, much louder this time. Claire, Future's puppet, a girl a mouth too big for her own good. Evident by her recent actions. Damien turns cold stalking towards her with malice burning in his eyes.

"Did I hear you wrong? Did you say 'shut up'? Samara, did you hear what Claire said?" It's perfectly clear that Damien is not the calm boy he pretends to be. His stoic demeanor hides an evil personality. I don't even want to know what he does to his puppets. There are things that should stay private, but I still fear for Claire. She is really pushing her luck, because Damien was pissed.

My jaw drops as she responds, "Yes. I did say shut up. Now may you please do that? Thank you very much." Damien is going to kill her right now. The calm demeanor of Claire pushes me over the edge. It's like a prisoner taunting their guards. I laugh out loud, this is ridiculous, all I did was ask for my freedom. 

This sweet girl act of Samara, the cold personality of Damien. I'm stuck in a mad house! I just need to get out of here, back to the sane world just a few feet above. These twisted kids will not give any help towards that goal, so I laugh at them."You are all sick. Forget I said anything, just leave so we can go back to laying here in misery."