Friday, 10 August 2012
01:57:48 AM (GMT)
There once was a little girl, six years old, who had a knack for sewing. Her
grandmother had taught her shortly before she passed away, so the girl wanted to
continue for her grandmother.
Now, she was very talented at sewing. She made many things, but the thing she was
probably best at were dolls. Whenever she would come out of her room with a new doll,
her parents were amazed at how detailed the dolls were. Although the dolls were
beautifully made, their beauty stopped there.
The dolls were strangely creepy. There would be something off about each doll that
the little girl made. It's head was shaped oddly, or it's fingers were sharp-looking,
or it's grin, sewn on, would look almost maniacal.
Her parents thought nothing of it, and applauded their daughter for her amazing
Until one day, the girl broke down crying, claiming that she never made the dolls.
They simply appeared in her room. And each night, they stared at her with glowing red
eyes, even the ones which never originally had eyes.
Her parents were obviously worried by this, and they took her to a psychiatrist.
But as it turns out, she wasn't insane.
In fact, she was telling the truth.