“This is where I come to play by myself,” she said, leading the way in front of me into the pitch black. “I’ve never brought anyone down here before. You’re the first.” I laughed nervously and forced myself to keep moving. She flicked on the light when we got to the bottom of the stairs, and that’s when I saw them. Her dolls. Well, not her dolls, exactly. Only the heads. She’d ripped their bodies off, and those lay in a heap over in the corner. Their heads dangled from string tied around their necks, stretched from one end of the basement to the other. All their hair had been cut off too. Some
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