Good evening, this is crybaby. I didn't know there was a rehabilitation center for dolls. But now I can believe anything. I found a crybaby my attic. When I put her on display in my living room the nights were not quiet anymore. All she what do is cry. When I woke up I saw her with a knife. She killed my cat. Soon on my refrigerator I saw a card for this house for dolls. So I put her in this metal box with the key and drove her here.
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HorrorTales of dolls that will make you feel for them. In rags ever ones a little insane
