There's an old house at the end of the road
No one goes in this house
They used to but stopped when the people who went in never came out
I like this house
It's always so quiet
I wanted to go in this house
But I knew it wasn't safe
That always made me sad
I saw a little girl
She was on the other side of the window inside this house
She smiled
She beckoned me over
She opened the door
And asked me
~do you want to play?~
She looked so sweet and little
So I went to play with her
She said her parents went out to the shops
They'll be back soon
There was a room
With many locks
She said it's mummy special room
She said she doesn't like going in there
She looked scared by that room
She said she wanted to put on some different clothes
She just changed in front of me
She had scars all over
Cuts and bruises
She was broken
I decided I wanted to see what was in that room
So I slowly creeped out and locked her in that room
I unlocked the locks to mummy special room
Whips
Knifes
Chains
And two dead bodies
A man and a woman
The little girls parents
They had been hurting her
But she had killed them
There was another door inside this room
I went in
Children and teenagers all seemed to be dead
She was the reason that the people stopped leaving
She was killing them all
The door shut
It was so dark
I heard a giggle
~did you really think you could trap me that easily?~
~you aren't leaving here alive~
The little girl has trapped me
I'm not going anywhere
I looked closer at the bodies
They aren't just dead bodies, they are dolls
She made them into dolls
And I'm next
I looked at my arm
It's wooden
I looked into the mirror on my left
I am a wooden girl
I feel my body stiffen
I can't move
She picked me up
This giant scary girl
~little dolly, do you want to play with me?~
She is the best
She'll play with me forever
We'll be best friends
Let's play a games
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