Poor Dolly
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I’m not in my house.
I find myself inside a huge, creepy house.
People abandoned this house years ago.
I don't remember why I came here at all.
Walking along, I soon hear a girl crying.
I discover the girl crying in her bedroom.
Curious, I ask the girl what is wrong.
She says something broke her doll.
I look down and notice the ruined doll.
The girl's doll appears overly realistic.
However, the girl looks like a doll.
Frightened, I flee the house. I scream.
As the house disappears, I exit the dream.
The End
The above story is a loose adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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