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With that many dolls in one place, at least one of them is haunted and comes alive at night and stares at the homeowner in their sleep all night.
It's just statistics.
You're probably right.
My guess is it's the creepy one in the front right standng motionless in the corner while all the other kids enjoy their square dancing.
Staring, just staring at the back of the girl's head. He stopped listening to the music hours ago.
I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him, which if I had to guess would probably be about 25-30 ft.
Any closer and I wouldn't trust him.
Maybe at 20 ft, I might still believe him, but definitely not at 15. That's when you can see the eyes.
His are cold, dead and glassy.
Little Dustin always knew he wasn't like the other doll-kids. They really loved their owner little Betsy. They loved playing with her, when she'd comb their hair, even when she'd cross-dress them and make them dance.
But Dustin always thought she was maybe a little spoiled. And he hated her maybe a little for it. First, there were too many other dolls. And anyway, he never liked being called a doll. He wanted to be a Buzz Lightyear action figure, like in the movie they watched.
So he killed everyone in the house.
The End.
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