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the living patchwork doll

the living patchwork doll

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Sep 11, 2022
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Fantasy
in an abandoned mansion out in the middle of BUT F##k NOWHERE in the woods there lies a small lifeless doll that sits on an old decrepit chair, suddenly a small blue light is seen materialising out of thin air and floats towards this small doll stopping right above it's fabric head. After 10 minutes past the blue light suddenly gets smaller whilst making a line appear between the thread doll and the light, then the doll jerks like it's a beating heart and it starts to move looking left to right then at it's own hands. If you were in this eerie mansion one could hear the faint whisper of a ghostly voice saying " who ... am ... I?".
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