I walk through a quiet, snowy town, my footsteps soft against the ground as the windows of the building’s glow warmly in the cold air. Snowflakes drift past the glass silently landing on buildings bit by bit making a pile on the path. The wind blows past me as I skip through gigantic buildings, stopping at a black board filled with lots of names. I see an empty space picking up a piece of chalk beneath the chilly snow, I write my name on the board.
I gazed at the board, a creaking sound comes from behind me making me turn around puzzled. I see a doll that looks slightly like me. I stood there looking around as if someone is watching, I walk closer to the window with an intrigued face, snow crunching beneath my feet. Taking slow deliberate footsteps, I wipe away the steam on the pane of glass making a slight high pitched squeak. Fascinated, I gasp in horror. I am confused. My jacket rustles, boots thunk heavily on the path, mittens muffle, as I move closer to the door, attempting to open it. I twist the door knob but it won’t budge.
I walk away boiling with madness inside of me making the snow leave some of my footsteps along the path. A creaky sound makes me turn around, filling the air with an eerie tension. The chilly snow makes me shiver and my mouth mumble. I pushed the door gently open walking inside a doll shop fascinated at the sight I am seeing.
I bump into a doll making a dull thud. I reach for it to put it upright. Suddenly the doll starts riding its cycle trying to move away towards the door like it’s trying to save itself. The door slams shut with an abrupt bang, doll bangs on the door non stop trying to escape. My eyes shift to a doll, locking eyes with it, moving closer, trying to grab it. I am too short. Spotting a couch closer against the tall shelf I climb onto it.
I reach for the life sized doll, my fingers brush against it. The air suddenly shifts. A cold stillness wraps around me, as if the room itself is holding its breath. The silence feels heavier than before. A strange unease creeps up my spine. Something about me doesn’t feel right. I have crossed into something far more unsettling. My body is stiff as solid rock, my eyes rattle when I look around the possessive piles of dolls, noticing I only had 1 mitten on, the other dolls beside me lock eyes with me.
I look back at the pane of glass, another doll is wheeled out making a screechy eerie sound piercing my ears. I finally realize it is ready for another victim to come into the shop.







