A loud thump echos through the now deserted building. I cease my crying and rich out of my puddle of tears destined to always follow me wherever I may go. I tug at my numb limbs urging them to move toward the noise. Maybe I can save this one, I think as I sail down the stained staircase. Mabye they will listen. A whole lot of mabyes if you ask me. I hear a cry and sound up my decent. I round the corner. Only to find it too late. A pale china doll stares back at me, her features frozen in time. I gently lift her form and carry her to my room. More tears leaking. As I place her on the cabinet I see her shadown shift. I am the care taker. I take care. It's a pun really, became that's what I did wrong, I didn't the care...AT hey guys this one's a horror! Btw the doll was the girl who walked in it the house only to be turned into a doll just like the magically doll that the care taker broke. Hope u liked it ❤
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the meaning of the world
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