Fear Collection

The dollhouse

Once I went to visit my nephew to my cousin's house. He was 3 years old then. There I saw him playing with a dollhouse. Hours spent, but he was restless. He continued to play with the house. We all were chatting together in that room.At one point, everyone went to have dinner except me, because I was full. After others left the room, there were only me and my nephew there. Suddenly I started to feel something strange. The dollhouse was attracting me like a human magnet. I decided to join him. After watching his play for a while, I noticed he wasn't opening the main door of the house. I asked him "oh baby, what's there in the house? Don't you wanna look inside?"
"No, don't open the door. The baby forbade me to open it."
"But why?"
"I don't know, she said there are other babies inside."
"So what's the problem? I'm really interested to look what's there."
The whole house was white and the doors were pink. The windows weren't look- through. My nephew was holding a baby doll, and was saying this doll told him to not open the door.
But my excitement gradually went up and finally I opened the doors. I saw many newborn sized dolls on the floor of the house. I started to collect them. After I looked a bit inside, the house seemed to be more spacious. I was conjured by the house and then ..........
It was the biggest mistake of my life. The dollhouse was an evil portal to the Mexican Doll Island. I'm still stuck here, collecting dolls and hanging them to the trees. The laughs of the headless dolls are driving me crazy. Each and every day, they tell me to rescue Suzie from a puddle. I don't see anyone there, except some hair. Would anybody like to help me??