I had to write about a creepy porcelain doll…
Gabby stared at the nine porcelain dolls lined up along the white shelf above the fireplace. Their faces were cracked with age and abuse except for one. This particular doll had blond curly hair and a blue dress that was tattered, which was the only indication that it had seen years of use. Gabby never liked dolls, they gave her the creeps with their unblinking stares.
“Max,” she called out toward the upstairs bedroom. “Can you hurry up? I want to get out of here.”
“I just need a couple of more minutes. A few more tugs and this old lock will give way, I know it.”
“Great,” she muttered to herself. She cast her gaze over the dolls once again, but this time the blond haired doll was missing.