Snap. Crack
Another storm comes my way
I wonder what new horrors
It will bring today
.
I hear a soft murmur
Coming from the baby’s room
That cannot be anything good
I quickly assume
.
The lights flicker as I
Slowly inch towards the door
An ominous déjà vu sets in
Of all the times before
.
Behind the door sits a doll
A doll that I had as a child
Her teeth are missing and her hair is askew
She no longer looks as sweet and mild
.
There are deep scratches across her face
One eye is open; one is closed
And something red and shiny is splattered
All over her tattered clothes
.
The murmuring is coming from her
Gradually louder and more intense
The door snaps shut behind me and
I try to think of a hasty defense
.
Her lips begin to move
Her head slowly tilts to the side
Arms are stretched out in front of her and
There’s a menacing look in her one open eye
.
Lightning gives me one last look
At the doll’s broken and marred face
Just seconds before she is whisked away
By my old, enamoured dog, Ace.
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