As I climbed the creaky stairs, the sound echoed, magnifying the sound through the silent corridors. Upstairs, my curiosity pulled me into a room. A child's room, by the look of it, inhabited by two small beds, a large wardrobe and a very sad-looking toy box. Inside this decaying toy box, was a doll. Not any doll. One of those dolls with the puckered up mouths, and bulging eyes, you know, the ones always held by a little girl in a white dress before she is brutally slaughtered. Wait, another noise. I can't hear where it is coming from, so I spin round in panic. Below my line of vision is a young girl, in a beautiful white frock. I'm still holding this doll. She takes it out of my arms, saying, "I'll look after her. Whats her name?" I say the first name that comes into my head. "Annabelle." I process the sight I see before me. A little girl in a white dress, holding a creepy-looking doll. I glance around me, wondering what will bring an end to her story. I se nothing. No one. Guess it will be me then. Before the poor child knows what is going on, my bloody fangs are sunked deep into the side of neck.
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