The Doll

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She walks towards the dark closet and with her good hand, grabs the string leading up to the lightbulb and pulls.
A tremble rips through her heart as the eyes of the doll stare at her with frozen wonder. A cold, dark  eerie wonder that penetrates her soul with a climaxing fear.
A scream of complete terror eplodes from her mouth when the charming doll winks at her merrily.

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