Then came the screams.
One night, a neighbour reported hearing a child's cries coming from Annabelle's house. The sound, high-pitched and desperate, echoes through the trees. When the authorities arrived, Agnes claimed it was just Annabelle having a nightmare. But Annabelle sat at the top of the stairs, holding a new doll- a small figure in a bright yellow raincoat.
Two days later, Clair, a girl known for her yellow raincoat, vanished. The disappearances accelerated. each time a child went missing, a new doll would appear in Annabelle's collection. The doll's features grew more intricate, their expressions more terrified. Some had tear stains painted beneath their eyes, others had hands posed as if clawing for escape.
Parents began forbidding their children from speaking to Annabelle. But it didn't matter. She rarely left the house anymore.
One brave boy, Tom, decided to investigate. Armed with a flashlight and his father's pocketknife, he crept to Annabelle's home late one night. The house was silent, save for the faint sound of humming. Peering through the cracked window, Tom saw Annabelle sitting in the middle of her room, surrounded by candles.
She held a doll in her hands.
The doll's face was contorted in anguish, it's mouth sewn shut with red thread. Annabelle's hands moved deftly, tying a lock of dark brown hair into the doll's head. Tom's stomach dropped. He recognised the hair- it was from his best friend, Mia, who had disappeared last week.
He stumbled back his flashlight slipping from his grip clattering to the ground. The noise made Annabelle's head snap towards the window.
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Strings of the Lost
ParanormalAnnabelle is a young girl who has a specific hobby: Collecting dolls. As more dolls awaken, more children disappear. Someone needs to find out what is going on but do they survive..?
