TickleWatchers
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Mannequins At Midnight
Jennifer had dreaded going into work that night. She didn’t get nearly as much sleep as she was hoping to, thanks to the people who lived in the apartment above her and the mall seemed to be almost twenty-six miles outside of the town she lived in, but still a job was a job and the girl didn’t have any choice, but to show up. The only highlight of her evening was being inside a single shop in the mall. Safely protected by a metallic shutter. The rest of the mall was protected by armed security guards. She would be able to relax, but not sleep.
Her dread vanished when she reached the mall and stepped into the shop. The workers who were supposed to be repairing the roof of the clothing shop had to leave early that night simply because they didn’t get a slip of paper saying they were supposed to be there.
“Well that sucks.” Said a large man, gathering his tools.
“Well… We’ll just come back tomorrow.” His partner said, sighing deeply. A few minutes later Jennifer was by herself.
“Wow…” The girl breathed, taking a seat behind a large counter. She wasn’t expecting to be alone that night, but now she was free to get as much sleep as she wanted. The girl shone her flashlight around the shop. She spotted several types of clothes and shoes that she didn’t mind owning and several mannequins, posing in several different types of outfits.
The girl remembered the story one of her fellow security guards had told about the mall. About how it was haunted. The girl just figured it was their way of trying to scare her. It wasn’t the first time she heard about a haunted location she would have to patrol. The first one was actually an abandoned hospital. The stories centered around the third floor and how it was haunted and how she would be able to see the spirits of the dead late at night.
The girl had swallowed her fears and explored the third floor at midnight, but all she saw were empty rooms and messy hallways. There was nothing remotely haunted about the place, but apart of her wished it was.
The girl’s eyes suddenly felt heavy. Crossing her arms in front of her the girl buried her face into them and quickly fell asleep.
Several hours passed when Jennifer woke up. Glancing up from the desk she saw nothing about the shop had changed. Nothing expect one of the mannequins seemed to have moved. Instead of standing on the furthest side of the shop in front of a window, it was now in the middle of the shop and close to the counter.
Jennifer was about to get to her feet, when she stopped and shook her head. “I really am tired.” She breathed. Laying her head back down on the counter. Just as she was about to fall asleep she heard the sound of footsteps.
The girl lifted her head quickly. To her shock several other mannequins had moved as well. They were even closer to the counter than before.
“Hello?” The girl said, getting to her feet. “I’m awake now so you can stop messing around!” She said, slapping the counter with her hands. No one responded and the only sound the girl heard was the air conditioner high overhead and even that wasn’t making a lot of noise.
The girl was starting to get scared and that was a feeling she didn’t like. “Alright!” The girl snapped, grabbing up her flashlight and wielding it like a bat. “When I find you I’m going to ram this…” She began, but before the girl could finish her sentence one of the mannequins seemed to fall forwards.
Jennifer yelped loudly and tightened her grip on her flashlight. “Man! What the hell is going on here?” The girl wondered aloud. She walked slowly around the counter to the fallen mannequin. She wasn’t sure, but didn’t see anything knock the mannequin over. It seemed to have fallen by itself.
The girl slowly made her way over to the mannequin. Getting to her knees she shone her light on the creepy mannequin. It was one of those mannequins that didn’t have a face or hair. It was silver in color and the clothes it wore were loose fitting.
Nothing seemed out of ordinary so the girl reached for the fallen doll. Before she could touch it the mannequins head moved, it’s eyeless face turned to Jennifer. Jennifer’s lower jaw dropped, her heart pounded in her chest and her hands started to shake. The girl tried to scream, but no sound came out.
The mannequin quickly moved forwards and wrapped it’s arms around the girl’s waste. Jennifer tried to pull herself away, but the doll was surprisingly strong. “Let go of me!” The girl screamed.
Two more mannequins came to life and grabbed each of the girl’s arms and hugged them tightly to their chests. The mannequin who was hugging her around the waist reached into her underarms and began tickling.
Jennifer’s eyes widened and closed tightly. The girl was too afraid to laugh, but eventually her giddiness got the best of her. She started to wriggle hard, dig her heels into the ground and began squealing with ticklish laughter.
Jennifer shook her head hard as the mannequin tickled her underarms mercilessly. Her entire body shook with ticklish glee, her chest heaved and her cheeks grew bright red. She couldn’t believe what was happening.
“S-Stop it!” Jennifer cried. The mannequin continued to tickle while the other two holding her arms refused to let go. Instead they tightened their grips on her arms.
Jennifer yelped once more when she felt two more hands tickling her ribs. Looking through partially open eyes the girl saw two more mannequins had come to life and began tickling her ribs.
The mannequins gave each of her ribs a quick tickle before moving onto the next one. After each rib received a good tickling they began poking them mercilessly. “P-please… n-no… more!” Jennifer cried, through her ticklish laughter.
Tears welled up in the corners of Jennifer’s eyes. Her sides were starting to hurt from all the laughing she was doing.
The girl started to wonder when the torture was going to stop, but as more mannequins started to move, she realized it wouldn’t be anytime soon.
The new mannequins grabbed the girl by her legs. The mannequin holding her left leg pulled her shoe and sock off her foot and began tickling the bare sole. The mannequin holding her right leg simply removed her shoe and began tickling her stocking foot.
The mannequin tickling her left foot dug it’s fingers between her toes and than scratched her heels mercilessly. After several moments of this it began torturing her arch. The mannequin tickling her right foot, tickled the middle of her stocking foot and refused to quit.
Jennifer’s laughter soon turned to sobs. Tears were trickling down her bright red cheeks and her forehead became damp with sweat. The girl thought she would die. She was also starting to feel dizzy.
With one last scream the girl’s eyes rolled back and her head slumped to the right.
When Jennifer’s eyes opened she saw the sun was streaming into the shop. The girl jumped to her feet. She was now wearing her socks and shoes and the mannequins that were tickling her before were now in their original places and had retaken their original poses.
The girl didn’t know if everything that had just taken place was a dream or not and she didn’t care. When she was let out of the shop the girl drove as fast as she could away from the mall and refused to go back.
The End
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