Parents' Note:

April 5th, 1995

Dearest Elizabeth,

Happy birthday! This is your own personal journal so you can write all of your thoughts in. If you think about it, it's your very first birthday present. We've decided to give this to you when your 15th birthday comes around, so you can record all of the things that happen while you're in high school. Your father and I love you and we want the best for you.

Love,

Mother and Father

April 5, 2000

Dear Mommy and Daddy,

Thank you for the journal. I really like it. I'll write in it during high school so you can see what happens to me while you're above the stars. I miss you and I love you very much.

Truly and Forever Yours,

Elizabeth

DAY 1 - May 13, 2012

Dear Journal,

I'm really excited about my new adoptive parents. When I talked to them on the phone they seemed really nice. I hope they like me, because my last 3 foster couples were brutally dissected with axes. Why do all of the people I meet get killed? I mean, my real parents were killed in a car accident, Deb and Paul were beheaded by an ax that was left at the scene, Lily and Evan had their limbs chopped off, including their heads. Recently, Sarah and Isaac were found dead on their stomachs in a pool of their own blood with slits in their backs. I hope that Heather and Xavier, the new parents, don't get killed within a week. If they don't it would be a miracle.

Truly and Forever Yours,

Elizabeth

DAY 2 - May 14, 2012

Dear Journal,

Today's the day! Heather and Xavier are coming to the orphanage in four hours to come and get me. They said that they would be here as soon as possible after their son's dentist appointment. I had perfect teeth my whole life and the bitches at school tell me that my smile is so bad, it's the reason that Doomsday is even known to man. I don't understand why people feel the need to make fun of me, I never did anything wrong.

Was I meant to be insulted by everyone? If everyone hates me, then why was I even born? Maybe I should just go die in a ditch. After all, no one will care. Why the fuck did I even come onto this godforsaken planet? My depression just came back. Shit, now I know how Johnny the Homicidal Maniac feels when he's in "suicidal mode".

I'm currently in Heather's very luxurious SUV. The other foster parents only had a beat up Ford. This car has seat warmers, non-leather seating, and it even has mobile television sets. This is the first time that I've smiled in a long time. I think things are going to be okay.

Truly and Forever Yours,

Elizabeth

DAY 3 - May 15, 2012

Dear Journal,

Well, I'm finally out of that hellhole they call an "orphanage" I'm in my nice soft, and cozy bed that my new parents made for me. I think I'll try to relax today with Heather while Xavier goes to his son's baseball game. I need some time to let go of my stress, or as Heather calls it "Me Time". The shit at school is still going on, but tomorrow is my last day before I transfer to a different school where it'll be much nicer; and cleaner for that fact. If people are going to bully me even more, I'll make them suffer. I'm leaving now to go with Heather. I'll write tomorrow.

Truly and Forever Yours,

Elizabeth

DAY 4 - May 16, 2012

Dear journal,

Today was my first day of school and everyone seemed so nice! There were only 3 girls that were total pains in my ass, but they got in trouble when the principal found out that they were spreading lies about me. I'll probably never see them again. During my last class, biology class, I had this strange feeling that someone was watching me. I looked out the window, and there was a man on the sidewalk, staring at me. He had pale skin, black hair and what looked like a red smile on his face, as if he had carved it.

He was wearing a white hoodie with black dress pants, and the hoodie looked as if blood spots were on it. I couldn't make it out, but then the bell rang. I looked away from the window and packed up my things. When I looked back, the man was gone. "It was probably my imagination," I thought. I left the classroom and walked to my locker. A guy came up to me, a jock. He started talking to me. Here's how the conversation started: "Hey, I haven't seen your face around here."

"Yeah, because I'm new here."

"Listen squirt, I own this high school, a-"

"You mean the detention hall?"

"Let me finish bitch! If I see you trying to actually make friends with someone, you're dead." "Yeah right, prick. If you're saying that you'll kill me, then I'll take you to Hell when I die. Just because I'm different doesn't mean that you have the right to make fun of me, so back off."

"Now you're threatening me? Did you have enough stupid shit to say, princess?"

"You got enough douche in that bag? Oh wait, you're both the douche and the bag, you dick!"

"THAT'S IT, YOU'RE DEAD!"

"Try me, cock sucker!"

"I'll get my ax from home and slaughter you with it! How does that sound you pussy??"

That's when it hit me. The death threat with the word "ax". I just stood there silent, waiting for him to speak. He said, "Well, what's you're response, whore?" I just stood there for maybe 5 minutes. Then the argument continued as I replied:

"What's your name?"

"Jason."

"Jason, watch your back."

"Psh, I ain't afraid of you!"

"I will be your worst nightmare. Now get the fuck away from me."

"Whatever, you're way too stupid for me anyway."

I silently snuck a doll I made into his bag with a note attached to it. I knew where he lived, and I know I could retrieve my precious little friend back. He won't be missed, I promise.

Truly and Forever Yours,

Elizabeth

May 14, 2013

Dear journal,

Wow, it's been a whole year without me writing in it. It's been depressing at times, and the family I used to adore now just feels like a hole in my heart. I keep seeing the man that I described in the entry before, and I think I'm being stalked. That cock sucker Jason is going to die.

I found out 4 weeks ago that I can telepathically speak to things I make, like the doll I "accidentally" slipped into Jason's bag. It's been saying that Jason has an ax, and he treats his girlfriends like trash. One second he makes her orgasm, the next second he dumps her. I guess the dolls I make come to life. I named the doll at Jason's house Timber, and I told Timber to kill Jason. Here's our conversation:

"Timber, I have an assignment for you."

"Yes?"

"I want you to murder the man that leaves his girlfriends."

"I don't know if I can do that. . ."

"What's blocking your path, Timber?"

"Well, how do you want me to kill him?"

"I want you to find two really big buttons. Then when he hears something in the night and wakes up, sneak up behind him with a sewing needle. You're going to get to his face before you attack."

"What next?"

"Well, then you attack him. You take the buttons and sew them into his eyes. Then you stitch his mouth shut, and make it look like he's grinning. Finally, stab him in the heart. Once you completed those tasks, whisper this into his ear, 'It looks like you're sewn into a problem'."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"And one more thing, call me, DollMaker."

"Yes, DollMaker. . ."

Truly and Forever Yours,

Elizabeth

June 1, 2013

Dear journal,

Well, it's been a month since Timber killed Jason. A different man, not the man I described earlier, came to my house. He kept coming back, again and again. Finally, I got so fed up with this guy, I went up to him during the middle of the night. This is what happened:

"Hey, who are you, and what happened to the guy that was following me?"

"Heh, brave one. Most of the people that I see just scream and run away."

"Who are you. I want to know."

"My name's Johnny. I've seen what you've been doing, with that doll of yours."

"H-how do you know about Timber?"

"That's its name? It kind of looks cute to me."

"Why are you following me? I want to know right now."

"Because, the way you kill is interesting. Besides, your determination for finding the person that ruined your life is exciting to watch."

"I-I..."

"Shhhhhhh. I can see that you're tired. You've had a rough day. Relax, calm down. Go back inside and try to get some sleep, Okay?"

"Umm, okay. . ."

He gives me a note and helps me inside. Man, I thought, maybe Johnny's not that bad. I better do what he says and get some sleep.

That night, I went to sleep. Timber was with me, no one was being killed, and I finally went to sleep after weeks of restless nights. I can tell that things will get better for me. But for now, I'll still be looking for the person that ruined my life from the start. I'll still be sending Timber out there, gleefully sewing people to their demise. Be warned, because we might find you. . .

Truly and Forever Yours,

Elizabeth the DollMaker