It was supposed to be my weekend off to relax, but instead I find this mysterious box at my doorstep .
I took it inside to see what was in it and that’s when I noticed the god awful smell coming from the box. It smelt like there was a rotting skunk in there.
So I decided to take it back outside and open it on the porch. Inside was a clown doll with a note taped to its forehead it said:
“I AM PRIDDYGUM DONT TAKE OFF MY CLOTHES. I AM SHY. MY BODY IS FETID. I HAVE NOTHING TO SHOW OFF LET ME GET DIRTY. DO NOT CLEAN.”
I scoffed and tossed the note into the trash. The doll, or Priddygum I guess I should say, wasn’t in that bad of condition, it just smelt like complete ass. I couldn’t take this doll into my house like this. I took it out back, grabbed some dish soap from inside, turned the hose on, and started cleaning it as best as I could.
Even with all the washing and scrubbing I couldn’t get the smell out of the doll. I decided that there was no amount of cleaning that could get rid of the smell, tossed it in the trash, and forgot all about it.
The next morning I was woken up by a putrid smell coming from my kitchen. I immediately recognized the smell. It was the same as the doll that I’d found yesterday.
I rolled out of bed, still half asleep, going down the hallway and into the kitchen. I turned the corner and finally saw it. Sure as hell it was Priddygum sitting on my counter with another note attached to it.
“That was the wrong move Jack. You shouldn’t have tossed me out yesterday. Actions have consequences and now it’s time to pay the price. I hope you don’t mind if I stay for awhile you have a really nice house.”
I dropped the note terrified as to what it meant by making a mess in my house. Did it mean that it was going to destroy things around my house?
As I stood there in the kitchen trying to think of other ways to get rid of it for good, before anything bad could happen, the smell suddenly stopped.
I let out a sigh of relief now that I could finally breath some fresh air.
I marched outside with Priddygum in my left hand. Threw him into my fire pit, tossed in a couple pieces of fire starter, and lit his on fire.
“I’d like to see you come back from that!”
After watching him burn for a few minutes I went back inside to get some breakfast ready. I went back upstairs to my room to change and check my phone. As I walked into the living room the ceiling fan fell on top of me and knocked me out.
I don’t know where I’m at, what happened, or how I got to this place, it kinda looks like a warehouse by what I’ve seen so far, but I need to get this story out.
If you ever come across a mysterious doll in the mail.
WHATEVER YOU DO DON’T GET RID OF IT.
DO NOT GET RID OF IT
I will try and update as soon as possible after I find a way out of this place and back home.