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My childhood was filled with toys, usually homemade.

 

 

I kept a few dolls that were important to my childhood, such as my first I ever received, ones that I really played with, and others with sentimental value.

 

 

 

The doll had black hair, a pale face and no eyes. Her eyes must've fallen out somehow... I thought to myself. I picked her up out of the box, setting her next to the box.

 

 

I turned my attention from the dolls to the smoke alarm, which was now going haywire.

I ran into the garage to grab the small stepstool so I could reach the only smoke alarm I could think of, which was in the kitchen. I turned to go back into the kitchen, when I noticed the door linking the kitchen to the garage was closed.

 

 

I then tried to open the door. Locked.

I began looking around in the garage.

 

 

I shrieked at the mention of my name.

 

 

 

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