Well I'm surprised to see myself talking to a lady about sending my doll to the house for dolls. But here goes. This is Miss one eye. She's strange. She was thrown at me on my way to work. In her dress she had a card that said the house for dolls. I thought that she belong to you so I had to wait a day. There was a huge mistake. That night I couldn't sleep at all because of her. I put her in my old work suitcase but she was on my bed instead looking at me. I tried to move her but her hand got me. I screamed my head off. She ran downstairs to the kitchen and tried to cut me. But look you know is soon as she almost got into the kitchen I kicked her. Put her in my old suitcase and tied her up. And now I'm here.
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Rags
HorrorTales of dolls that will make you feel for them. In rags ever ones a little insane
