I’m happily skipping through town, the crunchy sound of snow on the filthy cobblestone. Snowflakes fall from the grey sky covering the roofs of houses. I leap onto the sidewalk with a beam of happiness across my face. I pass by soggy old, missing person posters, though I don’t take any notice of them. Carrying on with my day I stumble upon something. The slippery snow makes me slide causing an icy crispy sound. To my surprise I look up and find a blackboard filled with names.
I take a step closer. Grabbing hold of a piece of white chalk. Looking at the board I contentedly write my name. The chalk makes a squeaking noise that irritates me. Dropping the chalk on the cold white snow I pull down my red scarf. I slightly smile. Suddenly a rusty mechanical sound plays. Curiously I look behind, eager to know what I have just heard. Spotting a doll… it somehow looked familiar to me. Turning around and walking up to the window I wipe it with my beige mitten. Taking a look inside, I see the doll again in a closer view. I inspect my outfit in surprise. Moving along to a wooden door with a glass window. Taking a peek inside I find the doll again.
Grabbing the door handle attempting to open it. Nothing budges. Frustrated, I stomp my right foot into the crunchy snow. I go down to the ground, picking up a pile of snow and creating a snowball angrily throwing the cold snowball at the door. Stomping away a creaking noise distracts me.
Looking back confused I see the door is open. I quickly run back and push the door open. In shock I step into the shop. Searching for the doll I finally find it standing on a red vintage table. After staring at its soulless body I decide to approach it. Going closer I look up and reach out my hand to touch it until.. I trip over a doll. This one looks strangely odd. It is on a white tricycle pedalling really fast. The eyes of the doll looked scared and are staring at the door that was about to be closed. Bending down to pick it up it rapidly pedals towards the closed door slamming himself as if he wants to get out so badly. Standing back up I look and the doll has disappeared.
My happiness now turns to confusion. Looking under the table, on the shelves until I find it on the top shelf. Climbing onto the couch I knock over these 2 dolls. One of the dolls has only one eye. Holding onto the couch with one arm I use my teeth to remove one of my mittens. I reach my hand out and continue to touch the dolls mouth. Suddenly the doll looks down at me and suddenly visions of dolls being made appear. In no time I am in the doll. My eyesight is like a fisheye lens view. My heavy breathing makes me more scared. I look over to the front of the shop and see another doll being made ready for the next victim.
