The Dolls House -A SHORT STORY- (Editing and improving)

New death; new doll.

When I got home I opened my dolls house, there is a new patch of blood but next to it there seems to be a new doll. I look closer...it seems to look like...BRIANY!

No! It can't be, could it be though? Maybe because I was planning to tell her about my dolls house? No, that seems impossible.

It feels like the dream I had last night about me getting sucked in; except instead they have sucked Briany in.

I wonder if she can hear me.

"Briany, can you hear me? Is it you? Oh, I'm so sorry!" I wail, running up to my room and slamming my door behind me. I can't bear to look at her...as a doll.

"Hello? Tara? Are you ok?"

It's mum.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Though of course I'm not.