Two years later
Emily ran downstairs in jeans with butterflies sewn on her knees, a blue shirt with a white butterfly and white sneakers. Sprinting to the door with her backpack, holding the porcelain doll in her arms as she ran to the door.
"Hey slow down honey, make sure to watch where you're going ok-" SLAM
Eric nods after being cut off by the door and smiled.
"She'll be all right, she's my little adventurer."
Eric smiles.
Emily pants running down the street clutching Clara as she ran as fast as she possibly could. She finally made it to the end of the road. She had to stop for a second to catch her breath. She looked up and stared at the water, smiling and turning clutching Clara again, like she was scared that she would disappear. Emily turned back to the street realising she was still going to be stupidly late if she didn't hurry up to school. Not checking both ways she ran across the street, She heard someone honking their horn furiously but it was already too late. She turned her head and saw the yellow truck coming at full speed, the man inside freaking out but there was no time left for that.
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The Living dream
HorrorThe sweet old doll maker gets a request for a doll. The doll is a beauty its for a rich mans daughter. Will the doll maker make it right will the girl have good story. Is the Doll really as it seems. Who's telling the story? read and figure it out d...
