"I've been out here for FOUR hours. Take them, just take them!" The young boy exclaimed. What lovely dolls I thought then, but, little did I know they were not so lovely.
I give one to my little sister, and she drops dead on the floor. My parents got her a doll house, but not dolls to go with. I give her them and leave the room with a little chuckle as she dances off to her play room.
I wake up to the a horrible sound coming from my sisters room. I rush in to the see....
My mouth dropped and my eye bolded to the scratches on her body. " The dolls... they attacked me." said my little sister.
I stand in disbelief, and just like that the next day rolls around.
Just today I got a phone call saying that my sister had vanished. They couldn't manage to find her. I should have l listened to her when I had the chance, and that's where I am now sobbing my eyes out.