I was cleaning out the attic one day and I found my old favorite doll, Kelly. Oh the memories. I remember I used to think everything was real. I squished her stomach with my thumb. It felt soft like it was filled with something squishy. Probably mold, I thought. Beat, beat, beat. What was that? It was coming from Kelly's chest. I took her dress off and cut into her chest. I dropped the knife in horror as blood spurted everywhere. Inside Kelly was guts, blood, and a heart.
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