Her dark eyes met his, and for a moment, he couldn't move. Her mouth curled into a chilling smile.
Tom ran, the air around him suddenly cold and thick. As he reached his house, he turned to see Annabelle standing at her gate, a new doll in her hands. It looked just like him.
The next morning, Tom's parents found his bed empty. A search party combed the town, but no one found a trace of him. At Annabelle's house, Agnes greeted the officers with a frail smile.
"She hasn't been feeling well," she said, barring them from entering Annabelle's room. But inside, Annabelle sat cross-legged on the floor, humming as she placed Tom's doll on the shelf.
The doll's eyes, glossy and lifelike, seemed to follow her every movement. Over time, the townsfolk abandoned willow Creek. The disappearances became too much to bear. Anabelle's house grew more decrepit, the forest swallowing it whole.
Years later, an urban explorer ventured into the ruins of the Lorne house. In Annabelle's room, they found a wall of dolls, each one more horrifying than the last. The explorer reached out to touch one, and for a brief moment, swore they felt it twitch.
They left without looking back, but the dolls remained, silently watching, waiting for the next visitor to join their collection.
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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..?
