He always felt guilty about it afterward.
â€œHere, Chloe, letâ€™s get you into the cart,â€ he said calmly as he lifted her up. Nothing strange about that, he thought as he began his shopping. One by one, he put orange juice, cereal, granola bars into his cart, stocking up. His heart pounded.
He meandered to the other side of the store, eyeing the cheap sandals and colorful towels.
â€œChloe, sit down please,â€ he said distractedly. â€œChloe, want to pick out a doll?â€ he said brightly. He quickened his pace, nearly rushing toward the toy section. Finally, he thought. Calm down, he thought.
He slowed down as he neared the doll aisle. He lurked, wishing that he didnâ€™t feel like such a creep for being here. He peered down the aisle, thrilled to find it empty.
â€œOkay, Chloe, Daddyâ€™s going to buy you a doll. Any doll you want, okay?â€ he smiled at his four-year-old daughter. He moved slowly down the aisle, as if in a trance, and straightened each doll. He neatened their clothes and caressed their hair. He used one finger to manipulate their moveable eyelids, opening each lovely eye so that every doll was looking at him.
â€œDaddy, I want to get out!â€ Chloe screamed from the cart.
â€œNo, no, Chloe, you have to stay in the cart,â€ he barked, too loud. He was so close. He snatched up a box of granola bars from the cart and tore it open. â€œHere, have a snack.â€ He thrust the wrapped granola bar into her hands.
â€œOpen it, Daddy!â€ she wailed.
â€œYes, dear,â€ he mumbled. He looked desperately up and down the aisle. No one yet, he thought, relieved. He ripped open the granola bar and handed it to Chloe. He scanned the dolls, all neat, tidy, and looking at him with their loving eyes. He pulled out his phone and snapped a photo, trying to keep his hands from shaking. He smiled at the photo.
â€œWhich one do you want, Chloe?â€
My submission, including the third definition of manipulate: to change by artful or unfair means in order to serve one’s purpose: to doctor, for this week’s Trifecta challenge.
10 thoughts on “Creep”
That was so creepy! But I loved every bit of it, I can feel his obsession.
Thanks! I’m glad you liked it.
Nice contrast between the attention to the dolls vs the inattention to the daughter, honestly I’d rather have him creeping over dolls, rather than some of the other options!
Great story! The little girl screaming — you building pace with her tension, this time you can feel moving, but don’t know where from, or what from… — with the dolls each being made to face her. Damn. That’s some good horror. Really enjoyed the read, and your prose is so clean and without fluff, but you include all these little details. The eyelids on the dolls. His wanting to feel natural. His taking a picture…
Thanks for the thoughtful comment, Turok! I’m glad that you liked the story.
There is something very unsettling about this piece. Let’s start with the dolls… lol
Nicely wrought horror. I’m not even sure there is a Chloe. *shivers*
A disturbed mind for sure-this man is definitely strange!Why does he click a photo?A horror waiting to happen am sure-don’t much like Chloe too.
A tale, very well told-enjoyed the creepiness 🙂
Nice. Great first light. It sets up the tension instantly.
Yikes. Creepy and then some. Love to see where this goes. Thanks for linking up!
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