“Twinkle twinkle little doll..”

Her mouth curled into a small smile as she took another breath,

“Sitting quiet in the hall.

Porcelain cracked hands and neck…”

Theres a pause. Silence. Her fingers wrap around a kitchen knife…

“Watch you sleeping in your bed.”

The hall is pitch black with only a tiny flick of light from a candle burning in a corner on a table.

She took a step forward, the floor letting out a loud, disturbing screach.

“Twinkle twinkle little eyes,

Painted red beneath disuguise,…”

Quiet giggles spread throughout the room like an echo.

Tiny footsteps on the floor,”

Little fingers at your door….”

She climbs up on top of the matress. The tips of her fingers stroking the girls blonde hair.

“She won’t stop. She wants a friend.”

Her eyes shine like two beads in the dark.

“Play with her….**until the end.”**

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A scream.

Then—nothing.****

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