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You are a paranormal
investigator.
You have
been saving up money to explore an island for many years after doing endless
amounts of research on the island, and today is the day you make your dream
come true.
You go
through the day catching planes, trains and boats to this deserted island and
finally you are here. You are introduced to the island by dolls, lots and lots
of dolls. The more you explore these dolls the more you start to notice how
unique each one really is, some of them aged and faded in colour, others
looking brand new but each individual doll looking just as creepy as the last.
When the
night approaches a cold, cloudy mist spreads across the island and you are left
on your own with dolls that are getting stronger as the sky reaches complete
darkness. Stumbling around, you hear a sinister laughter. The hairs on your
arms standing like pins on your arms, you gasp for air. The eyes of a doll
hanging lifelessly opposite you starts to open her eyes, but all you see in her
sockets is the colour of the night sky, pitch black. You can’t look away from
her piercing stare and you back away slowly, fear flooding through your body.
A tree
rescues you from the frozen sea you were backing into. Suddenly, someone is
staring at you, someone incredibly sinister. Rumours say that the most haunted
doll is hanging off a tree somewhere on this island and you have just found
him. The spirits that lay within him have been awoken and they are not happy
about it. You meet the dolls beautiful brown eyes and blood starts to trickle
out of his pupils. It’s too late.
You feel
cold and sad. The feeling of control of your body is slowly being taken away
from you and you start to give yourself to the doll.
‘Die.’
A whisper
runs straight through your bloodstream and you feel yourself walking slowly
back towards the end of the island. Then darkness.
Water fills
your lungs and your body turns to ice. Your clothes feel heavy as a sinking
motion overwhelms you. Gasps for oxygen don’t work anymore, you are drowning.
‘Die.’
Hours go by,
or so you think.
But you wake
up. As your eyes open, outlines of trees fill your vision and you realise you
cannot move or feel the ground beneath you.
You are a
doll.
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