This is the whole reason I hate dolls.
From Salon.com
Because my mom was moving houses, she made me come over and go through all my childhood stuff. When I got home, the Raggedy Ann I'd bagged up to be tossed was sitting upright on my bed, smelling of smoke, with her hair half burnt and a charred smile that looked like it meant me no good.
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Short Horror Stories- #Wattys2015
Short StoryI've always loved horror stories, so I decided I would make my own book. Not all of these stories are mine. If they aren't, I probably included the site. Hope you like it! Vote, comment. I really appreciate it when you do! This book has already go...
