Dollhouse

Funny things, Dolls, with their perfectly combed hair, eyes wide and soulless, empty smiles. They live without life, without joy or sadness, they are empty.
By now you have probably envisioned a doll from your youth, the plastic or porcelain variety. How strange they seem now, how oddly ominous those once friendly forever smiles have become.
Well, worry not, for I speak of a very different kind of doll. The human kind. The kind who are perfect to the eye, charming to the mind, fragile seeming to the touch, yet if you grow close enough; you will see just how terrifyingly strong they truly are.