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The skinny three year old boy covered himself with his late mother's yellowed ragged blanket, he curled up tight in the corner of the tiny room that was the basement. He choked back a cry and stifled his sobs as he heard small feet running across the hall. The creaking door let him know something was coming in. He closed his eyes hoping he would blend into the dark background. He opened an eye and saw a young girl crying hysterically and then suddenly laughing demonically. Her head moved inhumanly, jerking to and fro. He pressed his lips together firmly but a measly whimper was let out.
"I just wanna play Bobby, please come Bobby, I am bored of making dolls."
He stayed put remembering when they played Pins and Needles, sticking sharp things into felt dolls. Her idea. It was fun for a while until people got hurt.
"Coward." She spat, her eyes dilated as she sucked her thumb delicately.
"Bobby please come play." Cowering beneath the blanket the small child held his breath in hope the creature would pass him by. He heard little feet running toward him and he closed his eyes in despair.

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⏰ Laatst bijgewerkt: Feb 25, 2017 ⏰

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