“Millie! What did you catch in NY?” Hi, I’m Millie Sandstone, a junior photographer. The girl that just said that is Talor Falcon. We live in California, and I’m 17. “Hey! I caught some great sunsets, buildings, and a bobcat! Cool right?!” I open my bag to show her and see a horrible thing, in all my photos there is a doll. She has shiny black hair, pulled up in pigtails. And a wicked smile. “Oh no… I forgot them at h-home. Sorry!” I say pushing past her. Because I know this doll. It was my grandmothers. I walk out the door, and grab a package without my name on it. The dolls inside. With the same wicked smile. At night I hear her walk around my room. I gave her my knife. Together we kill Talor Falcon. Because this is my doll. And I miss her, my grandma.