"Playing With Dolls"

Evil comes in the strangest of places. It may come from the voices floating around your head. It may be from the cruel experience you'd recently had. Perhaps even seeing a video or witnessing some dark act to remind you how cruel humanity can truly be. But no matter, evil exists. You may not have to seek it out, for it always finds you in the end.

There's an interesting complication, living in an apartment complex. For our mail, we have a box inside with locked cabinets where each different apartments' mail goes. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes the mail man will get our mail mixed up. And I really wish today hadn't been one of those days.
I was heading downstairs from my third floor apartment, key in hand and ready to receive the piles of junk mail I had for simply existing. I reached the mailboxes, jammed my key in, and opened it up. I assumed it would be nothing but a letter or two. Instead, I was greeted with a small package, just big enough to fit. I took it out and looked it over. There was no return address on it, only my apartment number and address. It didn't even list my name.
I looked around and stuffed everything from the mailbox under my arm and headed back upstairs to see what mysterious goodie I'd received. I found it odd, as I wasn't expecting anything from anyone. Was the package meant for someone else?
Finally, I got to my apartment. I sat the mail down on the coffee table and sat the package on the counter. I took out a knife and carefully cut the box open. It was lightweight, so whatever was in there was something that could possibly be fragile.
I opened the flaps to reveal a small, wooden puppet. It was feminine and dressed in a gown that made me think it to be a ballerina. I carefully took it out of the box. I must have rubbed something on the back of it a little too hard, as I a piece of wood jab into my skin.
I looked over my finger to find a small splinter that I could barely make out. I was thankful I hadn't cut my fingernails for a while. I used them as tweezers to get the piece of wood out. After several attempts and some stinging pain, I got it removed.
My gaze returned to the puppet. I picked it up and toyed with it for a few moments. It was strange, as I played with it I felt a strange and unexplainable presence with me. I kept looking over my shoulder but saw nothing. I sat the doll back down and decided to call it a night.

That night, I dreamt of a large version of me, toying with my limbs, playing with me as though I was some kind of lifeless doll. I was later sat down when they heard a noise and decided to investigate.
I could feel someone moving my lifeless body, yet could see no one. It wasn't dark in this room, so it would be impossible to miss this stranger.
I felt my arms moving on their own, slapping myself in the face and my body being contorted into weird and impossible shapes. It was as if a child had a hold of me with a wish to be rough until they've destroyed me.
It was a few more moments of this painful torment before I was flung at great speed and with incredible force, into the nearby trash can. I wanted to cry out but was unable to do anything but sit by and watch all of this happen to me, helpless and afraid.

I awoke in a cold sweat. That dream felt so life like, I could almost feel it actually happening to me. The room was still dark, so I imagined it was still a pretty late hour in the night.
Shortly after, I heard a sound from above me. A loud rustling of footsteps and the sound of hands scraping against rough textured plastic. A bright light suddenly filled the room around me. I tried to reach up to shield my eyes but found myself unable to move my arms. I tried to shut my eyes but was also unsuccessful.
As the large hand reached for me, I realized the cruel truth. The dream wasn't a dream at all. I had become the doll.