Elizabeth the DollMaker

~You walked through the forest, knowing vey well it was full of killers known as "Creepypastas" but not really knowing what they actually were. For all you knew, they were just stories, right? 

~A pair of footsteps were following you, insane giggling, soft at first, but growing immensely into a sinister cackle, a female's. She was cackling and laughing so hard, she fell, and you ran to her aid.

~You checked on her, trying to help her up, she looked straight at the ground, still cackling. The girl was a beauty, dark brown, maybe even chestnut hair, long and wavy; light, flawless skin, green eyes to compliment her rose colored lips.

~Soon, the rose colored lips tapered into an eerie crimson. Her extended smile grew horrific, loosely stitched together. Her left eye was something black, you assumed a button, that looked painfully stitched into her eye itself.

~You slowly staggered back, in horror, until your back bumped into a tree. She looked at you, insanity glaring out of her eyes. "Aren't I pretty?! Don't I have a sweet doll face?!"

~You remember her lunging forward, something shiny in her hand. Then it all went black.

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~You were tied down to a chair, thick itchy ropes stained with blood. Staring at your reflection was a horrifying, well, you, and the girl from before.

~She held a knife to your throat, as you stared out of your good eye. The other was stitched shut, replaced with a button. Your lips were tapering off into another smile, just like hers, but your lips were stitched shut as well.

~The girl cackled even more. "You look so beautiful now! Too bad you have to die, so your look can be complete.." She slit the blade across quickly, darkness fading into death.

~"Looks like you're sewn up in a problem now, huh?"