First one. Yay!
I hate dolls by the way, with a burning passion. When I was younger I found one of my dolls sitting in the middle of my room. When I went to pick it up, its head was gone. Safe to say, I will never own anther doll for as long as I live. Anyone have a doll story they'd like to share?
The dolly tree. filled with the dolls of kids who have either grown up or died. Dolls of all shapes or sizes. Big, small, fat, skinny, blonde hair, brown hair. They all look peaceful, happy, dead. But...but...
But one looks almost, alive. Angry, like it wanted to hurt something. Unruly, inky black hair. Dark, brooding and evil. When you move, it's glassy blue eyes follow, like the Mona Lisa but demonic.
There is a legend of this dolly tree, or one doll in particular. People say that a little girl was lost on the hiking trail, and the only thing she had was a doll. When her parents realized that the girl was missing, they searched and searched, calling the girls name but got no answer. The police had a search that lasted a week, searching the area where the parents thought the girl had wandered off the path. The only thing they ever found was the girl's doll. The doll was changed, but the parents could tell that it was the little girls doll, only it looked like it came from the deepest depths of Tartarus. A big slash on it's back, dried blood on it's hands and pink dress, it's black hair knotted, and an evil glint in it's eye. The parents had taken it home, mourning the loss of their daughter, but had thrust it into the arms of the police merely a day later, and not knowing what to do with the evil looking doll, they tied it to one of the long dead limbs of the Dolly Tree.
After that, the disappearances became more and more frequent. Little girls vanishing without a trace, or limbs and blood scattered in a small grove, a gory sight and horror-filled memory to whomever finds a girl's remains. People thought a psychopath was on the loose in the forests thick underbrush. Others knew the truth, that the doll was cursed or possessed. When you are alone on the trail, you can hear the demented giggle of a baby doll as you pass the Dolly Tree.
