Mary tugged at the ends of her long blond hair as she stood up, leaning against the wall for support. Her breath was heavy, her knees hitting against each other. The dolls looked curiously at her, they red eyes glowing dimly. A huge chasm cracked in the floor, leaving a deep dark abyss. Her body trembled as she took a few steps forward, before sinking to her knees. Green cloth pooled around her. Blood was in puddles, stain on her dress and face.
"Heh…heh…" she scanned the room with wide blue eyes. She fisted her dress in her hands. They had escaped. She laughed, her voice bouncing loudly off the walls. The dolls cowered away from her as she laughed.
"How…?" she asked herself as she grabbed a doll sitting nearby. It squeaked as she lifted it, "How did they manage to escape?!" She squished her fingers into the doll's cloth arms, her nails digging into the fabric. With a rip, stuffing started to spill in clumps onto her lap. Laughing maniacally, she picked her knife up off the floor and carefully held it against the doll's neck.
"Can you tell me, little doll?" Mary cocked her head, an insane smile growing on her face, "Huh?!" She started to shake the doll it's head whipping back and forth, "tell me, tell me, TELL ME DAMN IT!" With a swift flick of her wrist, her blade sliced through the doll. It's head bounced to the floor silently, a stitched smile on its face. No one eve escaped the gallery. Garry and those… strangers were the first ones to be able to. Mary sighed, throwing the doll aside. It landed silent in the darkness of the cobwebs in the corner. A breeze blew in from the window, making red flower petals drift from under the door and into the room. They hovered around her until they began to slowly materialize, Ib's form shimmering in front of her. Mary smiled, reaching out and grabbing her hand.
"Oh, Ib," Mary said affectionately, "at least I still have you, right?" The ghost sank to her knees besides Mary and reached out hesitantly, before caressing Mary's cheek. A tear slid down Ib's cheek.
"Ib," Mary said, "will you help me?" The ghost of the little girl was silent, only smiling through her tears. The ghosts fingers were small, the nails replaced by red rose petals. They were delicate and feathery against Mary's skin. The ghost's skin had a blue glow to it, which made Mary blink.
"Why are you glowing, Ib?" Mary asked, leaning forward, "is it to show your love for me?" Mary hoped it was. She wanted Ib to herself ever since she saw her. Of course, the problem in her way was Garry. She leaned in closer to the ghost, their lips a few inches apart.
"Of course, now that he's gone," a slight smile adorned her as she gently crushed her lips against the ghost. Mary could practically smell the scent of the roses as the ghost ran its fingers through her hair. The blue glow became brighter, making Mary shut her eyes. The ghost became relentless, pushing Mary until her back was pressed against the cold hard floor. The dolls peered out of the safety of the darkness to watch what was happening. She moaned gently as its hands roamed her, rubbing against her face, her arms, her legs. Moonlight shone on them- Mary more then the ghost- casting shadows as their bode merged as one. Once Mary opened her eyes, Ib's ghost was fading, the light shining through her head. Running the rose petal nails along Mary's cheek once more, she disappeared completely, a light mist floating above Mary. The rose petals fluttered landing softly on her eyes. Breathing in the heavy scent of the flowers, Mary smiled.
"Oh, Ib," Mary whispered, "I love you, you know that?" She chuckled softly, brushing the flower petals from her face. Sitting up, she muttered, "unfortunately, Garry is still alive- which means he'll have to pay." She ran her thumb along the blade of the knife, leaving a thin red line. Her fingers curled into a fist, shaking slightly.
"But how to get out," she asked herself, "how do I get out? How did they get out n the first place?" Looking around, she squinted in the darkness before noticing a bright green glow. The big blocked letters spelled out the loving word.
EXIT
Mary jumped up and ran towards it, her shoes pounding on the floor. She kicked a doll out of the way as it sat lazily in her path. It cried with a squeal as it flew through the air and landed somewhere in the dark corner. Skidding to a stop, she grabbed the handle of the door, turning it with a click. Her blue eye widened as light poured in from the outside, bathing her in its glow.
"Ha! Ha ha ha!" she laughed loudly, nearly screaming, "I'm coming, Garry, I'm coming for you!"