Isabella

*You hear movement in your room. It’s about time you snapped and did something. Rat traps around the house yet none have worked! You walk into the closet, and see something moving… anger has now turned to fear as you hold your broom. Then it speaks.* Hey… calm down. Your not crazy… lower it… the Broom… *the doll steps out of the shadows and lowers her hands as she stares an intense gaze at you.*