She walked around the house and stared at the doll. It looked old ... but it looked just like her. There was a note pinned to it. She took it off and it read;
'Hey, Madam Stress ...'
She found this in Dan's room. Looks familiar?
Earl.
She groaned. Clearly, he wasn't going to leave her alone. She thought he was being obnoxious ... but for some reason, he was all she thought about.
Those dark eyes of his seemed to have affected her somehow ... she ventured upstairs, where to her surprise, her dad was taking a nap on the bed. She decided not to bother him and went into her room, which was awful.
It was dull grey wherever she looked ... The ceiling was cracked and covered in mildew and the walls had paint and wallpaper peeling off, revealing horrible grey stone walls.
She groaned angrily as she sat on her bed. She looked at the windows. They were filthy and leaking ... and there were no curtains ... or curtain rails, for that matter.
'What were they thinking when they bought this place?!' She thought, disgusted by her surroundings.
She looked at her still unpacked suitcases and sighed.
"I'd better get started ..." She mumbled
After finally finishing the unpacking, she decided to look around the house for entertainment, as there was currently a power cut going on.
Every room she went into made her even more agitated and mad with her parents. There were a lot of cracks on the walls and the ceilings ... and in the bathroom, there were mushrooms growing in the corner.
Then, she found a small room with a fireplace. That room looked untouched and clean.
'Why couldn't I have this place as a bedroom?!' She thought, sighing.
She looked around the room. To her surprise, the Her Doll was sitting in front of a little door.
'Huh ... odd ... I could have sworn I left it upstairs ...' She thought, approaching the little door.
She picked the doll up and stared at the door.
"Huh ... what an odd thing to have in a big house like this ..." She mumbled.
She shrugged the thought off.
"Oh well, it's probably nothing." She said, leaving the room.
-
Later that same evening, she stared at the dish that had been prepared for her. It was the most disgusting thing she had ever seen.
"So ... where'd that little doll come from?" Her dad asked.
She scowled. She had just gotten Earl out of her mind ... He was annoying her and he wasn't even in the room with her. She regretted taking the doll into the room with her.
"This Swedish guy called Earl. He's just a stalker. I'm hoping he'll go away ... and take that mangy cat with him." She grumbled.
"Now that's not very polite, is it?" Her mother said.
'Oh great, here it comes...' She thought, expecting a lecture.
And sure enough, they started lecturing her on intolerance. She had to admit though, she had been pretty rude to him ... and she had only just met him. Was it the weather making her feel so testy?
"Come on, eat your dinner!" Her dad exclaimed.
"It looks like ... someone puked on my plate." She disgustingly grumbled.
"If you're going to be ungrateful, then go to bed, young lady!" Her mother snapped.
She sighed and went upstairs, taking the Her Doll with her. She stormed into her room and sat on her bed.
"That damned Earl!" She shouted, throwing the doll at the wall.
She could think of no other reason why she was rude to her parents ... but then again, if her parents hadn't decided to move here, this wouldn't have happened.
-
She was awakened by a strange noise. She saw mice running around by her door.
"Eew! Could this get anymore gross!" She squealed.
She got up and took out a frying pan that she had hidden under her pillow.
"If you want something done properly, you have to do it yourself ..." She grumbled.
She chased after the mice ... she found it weird that they could outrun her ... and she found it incredibly peculiar when she saw them running into the little door, which for some bizarre reason ... was wide open.
She approached with caution and opened the door. Before her was a tunnel, which intrigued her.
"So this is how they got in! I'm gonna smash 'em good!" She mumbled quietly.
Frying pan in hand, she began to crawl into the tunnel ...
