The Dollhouse
In the Town of Colonial Bay was a woodshop full of dolls. Ms. Agnes ran the shop for 50 years. Each passing year, Ms. Agnes would create uncanny dolls that resemble real people. On Her 100th birthday, she passed away in the Woodshop.. With a doll in her hand of herself. Newspapers flashed everyone of graphic images of murders around town. Descriptions under those newspapers wrote "Dolls resembling dead bodies."
INT. LOCAL SHOPS IN COLONIAL BAY - LATE AFTERNOON
Terra, a local doll collector herself, stumbles upon the abandoned shop, The Dollhouse. Captivated by the mysterious exterior, she looks through the wood blocked windows. Lace, curled ribbons, bows, soft pale skin looked scaringly familiar. A sour feeling in her gut, she walks into the shop. Lifelike dolls were on display with skin like texture. One of the dolls caught her eye. Her breath gets heavier. Terra's sister has been missing for the past 5 months, her family has constantly displayed several missing posters for her sister, yet it felt like she disappeared. There, the doll, with an ominous presence, had an alarming resemblance to her missing sister. Her auburn curls, her chestnut eyes, a splitting image of her. Her feelings of grief overflood, tears weep over the dolls eyes, the dolls cracks a soft blink. Mortified, Terra drops the doll on the floor, cracking the skull. Guilt shuttering over her body, she brings the doll home with her. She couldn't bear the regret leaving her sister in the shop.
TERRA
No it can't be. That can't be her.
A long black lace skirt swirls through the back of the store, a elder lady who looks like her skin sunk to bone, scurries out from the back
ELDER LADY
Oh aren't you a nice lady to be around? What do you want dear?
TERRA
Who are you? Why do you have a doll of my sister? What did you do to her?
The old lady creeps open a wide set smile, a decayed tooth falls to the ground. The old lady whispers
ELDER LADY
Dead.
TERRA
What?
ELDER LADY
Blood tasted like sweet candy. Kids I take. I see nothing but meat.
I am hungry.
TERRA
You're joking right?
ELDER LADY
(Deadly serious)
I'll gut your insides like I did to your sister.
Lights flicker. Doors and windows slam a repetitive smash. TERRA screams and she runs towards the front door. The door slams shut. TERRA is unable to open it. The old lady chases her, her skin burns into solid bone. The old lady crackles a hollowing laugh,
ELDER LADY
I am MS. AGNES. I want my baby back. I want my baby back. I want my baby back.
MS. AGNES limbs her arms over TERRA'S head, while TERRA reaches for the door. MS. AGNES cocks a painful bite to TERRA's arm, TERRA cries in agony. TERRA kicks her face with her boot, still holding onto the doll of her sister. TERRA breaks free from the shop. MS. AGNES disappears without a trace. MS. AGNES can be heard humming a sinister tune.
MS AGNES
(hums sweetly)
Sweet baby. Sweet baby. Sweet baby.
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The Dollhouse
ParanormalTerra, a 15 year old girl with golden locks, moved from Salem to Colonial Bay. She's a peculiar girl, missed her old hometown dearly. That didn't stop her from being fascinated by the paranormal activity in the town. Her parents, bombarded with work...