No one seemed to see the resemblance. And if they did they didn’t care. I noticed immediately, however, and it freaked me out beyond belief. The buttons they had for eyes was the thing for me. My sister was afraid of them too but that didn’t mean that she could stop her friends that came over from bringing them. They were so popular. There was a TV show and they kept coming out with something new every month. No one seemed to notice the little flashes when the commercials aired of just one little change in the dolls.
The buttons on their eyes all turned a horrible, reflective black. Most of the time they were colored, and the times they were black it wasn’t the same. This black… all of them had it. It only lasted a millisecond, and only someone scrutinizing the screen for anything wrong with them, like I had, would have noticed. They were a horrible black, like nothing was really there. Like black was supposed to be; the space of nothing. The place where no light could get into.
Call me paranoid, call me a nut job, but that didn’t seem natural to me.
I hate lalaloopsy dolls...
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ParanormalThis is my NaNoWriMo for the year 2013 Titled dark due to both the time I wrote most of these and for the things I came up with.
