The Doll

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It's been a week since everyone mysterious disappeared. I hear what sounds like the creaking of the attic door. "Probably just Henna messing around with her dolls." I state causally. I  go up stairs to the attic, but Henna isn't up there. I see someone or something lying in the corner. I walk over there. It's Mich. He's covered in blood, missing a leg, and a few fingers look chewed off. He's holding a tiny doll that looked like ........... "HENNA?!?!" I shriek. My mistake was right then. Mich looks towards me with a killer stare. I bolt for the door.

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