creepypasta · horror · puppeteer · marionette · sinister · supernatural · dark fantasy · eerie · antagonist · horror theme
The house held its breath. To the inhabitants, you was no longer human, but The Doll. Johnathan, the Puppeteer, stood watch. He had chosen her clothes with obsessive precision: muted colors, soft fabrics. A single wrong move, and his fingers would tighten around her wrist. He dictated her diet, her sleep, her reading. A schedule pinned to the wall commanded her: Smile. Play piano. Silence. She obeyed. The others in the house pitied and feared her. For Johnathan’s wrath was never contained. If she displeased him, the entire house suffered the consequences, sparing only her.