"Will you play wiith me?" It asked, voice sweet and sickly like treacle. I shivered. The room was not cold yet I felt frozen all the same.
Scratching from the bedroom next to my own dug into my ears as I watched those black ichor eyes of hers.
A death rattling scream resounded, the scratching stopped.
The dolls head twisted, a blood soaked sinister smile blossomed, she began to crawl towards me.