The Dolls

Another flash fiction challenge from terrible minds. I don't have much to say about this one other than to wish you all sweet dreams.

  
    The dolls talk to me. In the cold, black silence of the night I hear their voices, high pitched and wailing, like lost little children. They whisper to me strange things, blasphemies long thought passed away. They tell me of the secret sins that rule the world and how, if I were to take their council and delve into their desecration, I would gain power over mortal men.
   
    For a time I listened to them.
   
    They once told me a story, a dark and awful myth from long before the age of man. This tale of woe is of how the world broke, smashed into a thousand pieces. I can’t remember all of it, because the fog in my head gets worse and worse each day, and causes me to forget. I could ask the dolls to tell me again, but ...no... I won’t do that. I won’t do that you hear me! I WON’T!
   
    No, please don’t go. My ...condition, you see. Sometimes it acts up.  I’ll try to control myself. I can do that. I’m can be strong, from time to time. I’m stronger than the dolls think I am, although I pretend that I’m not.
   
    Like I said, I can’t tell you the whole story. I don’t remember it all. But I can remember the ending though, and I can tell it to you. All I ask is that you listen.
   
    After the world broke apart there were many cracks that formed. Most were small little, things, so small that their existence wasn’t even of note. Other fractures though, were just big enough. Yes, just big enough to let something through. And the things on the other side, beyond the cracks, on the dark reflection of the world? They wanted to come through. And they did. Awful, horrible things that were never meant to be here. Things of pure evil. Things like the dolls.
   
    When they came through they didn’t move or travel in any spatial sense the human mind could understand. The dark reflection creatures exist beyond time and space. That’s why they can see things when they aren’t there to witness them, and why they see the past and the future. They’re part of the world now, but also beyond it as well. It’s ... difficult to describe. It’s even harder to explain. Don’t ask the dolls though; they don’t like it when you ask them questions about themselves. They get upset.
   
    Where was I...ah, yes of course. The beginning. When the dolls came into our world they had to attach themselves to an anchor that already existed in our world. And for all our sins, they chose us. As they bleed into our reality they made certain that wherever we were, whenever we were, they would be with us. They took the forms of dolls because they’ve always been the dolls, and the forms of dolls have always been them. They’ve always been with us, and we’ve always been with them. Think about who dolls are usually seen with? It’s children. The dolls exist next to the smallest, youngest and most fragile of our species, and that’s exactly the way they want it.
   
    Ever look into a doll’s eyes? Notice that even when they face you they never seem to look at you? That’s because they don’t see you. Not really. Not as you think you see yourself. They can’t, not with being what they are. What they see I can only guess.What they see is something I don’t really want to know.
   
    They told me all of this as part of a story, their story, but I can only remember the last part of it. The fog comes and fades away the rest. They told it to me because I can hear them, and that’s their reward for learning their tongue. Their price for learning it? Well, that’s a ...surprise. You can find that out all by yourself.
   
    Oh, yes, I can show you how to listen to them. I can teach you the trick of it. Do you really want to learn?