my grandmother owned a collection of dolls. they were all placed
in a room on the second floor? of her: house. tane night my grandmother
and i were in the basement cleaning when she asked me to grah a box
of tissues from the second floor? of the house. I was scared at: first
knowing we were alone in the house but soon accepted the chore.
I hated her: house it was old and made of brick. I could do anywhere
else, but this house had an odd disturbing feel to it.
i entered the house. every step i made echoed across the rooms.
I swear i was haing watched or something. i made my way up the stair
case to the second floor?. I knew what room was coming up.
i ran across the hall way closing my eyes and graphed the fucking
tissue hon. I calmed myself down and walked the room again still
not: having the curage to see whats inside. walking down the stairs
i felt the strongest urge to turn around but resisted. as i walked
back to the front door? i heard the light sound of foot steps echoing
from the stair case behind me. i sprinted for: the door? without any
intention of viewing the ungodly horror behind me.
the door? was locked