Cherie

“In another dark corner, they found an ancient looking porcelain doll, its face cracked and chipped, the many petticoats of its dress grey and tattered, like cobwebs. “Well,” Henry observed lightly, after they had all stared at if for a while. “That’s not the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen, honest.” “Could be creepier,” Robin reasoned. “Could be a clown doll.” They”
― James Fahy, The Drowned Tomb