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Voodo Doctor-A creepypasta

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possumboy
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Posted: Sat, 07/11/2020 02:45 (3 Years ago)
I don't really understand how it happened myself... It all just happened, in a sudden moment. I remember I was sitting in my own home, happy and content, and then, I heard a voice saying, “Yes, this one will do nicely.” Then, I remember darkness and waking up in one singular room. I was tied to a chair, and there was someone in the shadows in front of me. I could not make out their face and my vision was blurry nonetheless. I blinked my eyes a few times. “What the heck do you want? I don't have any money if that's what you're looking for.” The person turned and I could see their face more clearly. She appeared to be a middle-aged woman wearing a long white lab coat with blonde hair and green eyes. If she lost the lab coat, she probably would have been pretty cute sans the dark bags under her eyes and the way she kept twitching her lip. “Don't worry, I'm not here to make money, I'm here to test out a little experiment of mine.” She turned back to what she was doing in the darker part of the room, and when she turned around she was holding a small doll. She walked up to me and grasped a bit of my hair. “What are you doing?” I yelled. “It will be much easier if you hold still,” she scolded. She took the hair and pulled hard, and a lock of hair came out of my head. “Ouch, that hurt!” I complained. “Of course it did you stupid, stupid boy.” She then proceeded to sew the lock of hair to the doll's head. She put the doll into her pocket, and went back into the shadows. When she returned, she was reeling out a squeaky medical cart. It was covered in lots of instruments, which I did not like the look of. “What kind of psycho are you?!” I screamed. “No screaming, No screaming.” she laughed. “We wouldn't want you to hurt your pretty little voice. It's not like anyone can hear you down here.” She picked up the first instrument, which was a needle and a syringe filled with a strange clear liquid. “What is that?” I demanded. “There's no reason for you to ask questions,” she said. “It's my job simply to test the experiment, and you are asked to remain the most obedient subject.” “What are you talking about? I’m gonna call the cops if you-” I stopped speaking as she plunged the syringe into my neck, then pinched me. I screamed in pain. She nodded as if this was the required result. “Yes..yes, this is good.” She picked up the doll and pulled out a long, thin needle. “First experiment. Rate your pain on a scale of one to ten.” She stuck it in the doll, and I felt an immense amount of pain in my hand, as if a dog was ripping it apart. I yelled, tears in the corners of my eyes. “Well? 1 to 10?” “8, you-” “Alright.” She put the needle down and took a pocket knife, tearing lines into the doll’s face. I felt skin ripping and blood dripping down my own. “1-10?” “9..” “Affirmed.” The witch continued torturing me, all with a twitchy smile. My entire body was in pain, mauled and ruined. The doll had fared no better. She held up the tattered doll. “One last test.” “What..you..sicko?” I gasped. She plunged the knife she had been holding into the doll's chest, and I felt a piercing pain. “Test confirmed.” was the last thing I heard her say. I remember waking up, confused. I was obviously dead, but this was not what I was expecting to happen. I could see that I was in a yard, and it was late at night. The woman was sitting in the blood stained grass, humming to herself as she sewed together a grotesque life sized doll that looked like a man. Parts of it were human, and (it made me sick when I realized it) hacked off from my corpse. The rest was made of a sort of sackcloth. That’s when I got an idea. What if...I did the same thing to her that she did to me? I could simply possess the man sized doll. That’s what ghosts did, right? It seemed simple enough. I could just..take over it, and take revenge. I could kill her, and I wouldn’t be conveniently making a new body for her. She could suffer the same unfair horrible death I did. I rushed towards the doll, and darkness enveloped me once more. When I opened my eyes, it was different. One did not open at all, and the other felt heavy, like I was wearing a mask. I slowly sat up, and the woman leaped back. “W-what is the meaning of this?” I grinned, but there was already a skeleton’s grin to show. “I’m baaack!” I sang, grabbing her by the neck and pinning her down in the grass. “W-what?” I noticed a medical bag filled with the devices that she had used to kill me. I snatched it up. “Y’know, I never liked open mouthed dolls.” I carefully drew out another doll from the bag, while still keeping her pinned. I placed my foot on her throat as I also drew out the needle and thread. I sewed the dolls mouth shut, and thread pierced the scientist’s mouth as it was sewn shut by thread on some invisible string. Then, I proceeded to torture her the same way she had. I didn’t outright kill her, since that would be just like she had done to me. So, I looked her in her bloody eyes and said in a hoarse voice from laughing, “Get help before you bleed out, and maybe someone will help you live.” I stood up, picked up the instruments, stuffed them into my large coat pockets, and walked off.



“Welcome to Channel 5. Today we are going to cover a series of murders littered around this very area. For the privacy of the victims and their families, names have been removed except for the unknown murderer. Bodies were found on several occasions across town, all maured and disfigured. Some similarities include sewn mouths, missing body parts, and long scratches in the face. The signature weapon of the killer is unknown, as autopsies have revealed that several different weapons have been used. We have only one photo of the killer, and the features and build suggest a middle aged man. We strongly advise that you do not walk alone at night. Please report any suspicious characters to the police. In other news, the memorial for acclaimed scientist Martha Hentrix, who was head of a study at the local University concerning voodoo magic, is taking place today.”

Lonewolf8600
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Posted: Sat, 07/11/2020 03:06 (3 Years ago)
This is amazing even midnight thinks it is but now he won’t come out from under the table



possumboy
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Posted: Sat, 07/11/2020 03:24 (3 Years ago)
Don't worry, Voodo isn't going to hurt him..maybe...
Lonewolf8600
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Posted: Sat, 07/11/2020 03:25 (3 Years ago)
Midnight finally came out from under the table