“28, 29, 30! ready or not here I come.” said annabelle as she began to search for the recruits of her game. inside her hand, was her very best friend, rue. rue is a pretty doll… warn down though… what a shame because she used to have very beautiful, fire-red curls that are now flat, lifeless, gone. she’s wearing annabelle’s favorite doll dress. pink with blue flowers, ripped, but beautiful. when annabelle was first getting rue, her mother didn’t want to, calling the doll, “strange” and “dark”. but annabelle bought her anyway. on the way home, she and her mom suffered serious injuries from a bad car accident. some say it was wreckless driving. others have a different theory; the doll. ever since they got her, strange happenings have been in the mccoy house.
one day, annabelle’s pet dog, princess, took rue out of annabelle’s room. she began tearing up the beautiful pink and blue dress on the doll. the next day, she died. annabelle’s older brother, andrew, cut off the dolls hair. the next day… he suffered from a car crash, 1… 2… 3… 4. four crashes. he has mental issues, he can’t take care of himself, so rue does.
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annabelle raced through the house looking for her friend, elizabeth.
