It wasn't me. I didn't do it. Don't listen to what they say, they made me do it. It wasn't my fault. It's all gone, everyone, everything, every everything you could think of. Although, I do suppose it was kind of satisfying knowing that everyone I hated was gone, hopefully on a one way trip to hell itself.
(You're an idiot do you know that?) I am not! (You are, or why would you be dangling from a windowsill?) Oh, you've kinda got me there. (See, now listen to me and I'll tell you how to easily get out of this situation.) Okay, tell me. (Climb back through the window.) What! No! (Why?) Because I climbed out of the window...
This story is about a girl called Elizabeth who starts to experience 'strange ' occurrences in her house. From the whispers in her ears to the scratch marks on her door, she knows something is not quite right. That's when the Doll her grandma supposedly gave to her, Vanessa, gets twisted into this nightmare and Eliza...