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This story is based off Melanie Martinez Dollhouse, if you liked it, i can do more Dollhouse stories. they are so fun!
When i woke, a dollhouse sat elegantly in my room. "Mom, whats up with this?" I asked. I didn't play with dolls anymore, and just about everyone knew that. twelve-year-olds don't play dolls. "Not sure, it was on the doorstep. said it was from Miss Anne. It's a lovely dollhouse though. Why don't you play for awhile?" she said, cleaning the kitchen. Something was wrong. Her mom wasn't herself. And, Tim had just stared blankly at her. Lastly, her father had started leaving, lately. As if he was doing something behind Mom's back. I was scared.... really scared. But, that was only the beginning. The next morning, my room looked just like the girl in the dollhouse! And, Tim began to look like the boy from the dollhouse. I was really spooked. And, my mom began wearing jewelry like the dollhouse mom. But, the next day was the worst.... then, the dollhouse was gone. But, my family wasn't my family. they were the dolls. The little girl, my favorite, grabbed me. They surrounded me. They began to whisper "D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E I see things nobody else sees" I couldn't run. I couldn't scream. I couldn't fight. And, they got me. but i woke as if nothing happened... but the dollhouse was there. I gave it to a girl named Belle... she put it in her attic. But, that night, the girl visited me in my dream. "We got you. Just, you don't know... You will soon enough." She said, and disappeared. Over the weeks, i feel myself slipping away... I know what she did.... she made me one of them. If you find that Dollhouse, run. Just run.... I'm not a girl now... I'm a doll. Dollhouse doll...
When i woke, a dollhouse sat elegantly in my room. "Mom, whats up with this?" I asked. I didn't play with dolls anymore, and just about everyone knew that. twelve-year-olds don't play dolls. "Not sure, it was on the doorstep. said it was from Miss Anne. It's a lovely dollhouse though. Why don't you play for awhile?" she said, cleaning the kitchen. Something was wrong. Her mom wasn't herself. And, Tim had just stared blankly at her. Lastly, her father had started leaving, lately. As if he was doing something behind Mom's back. I was scared.... really scared. But, that was only the beginning. The next morning, my room looked just like the girl in the dollhouse! And, Tim began to look like the boy from the dollhouse. I was really spooked. And, my mom began wearing jewelry like the dollhouse mom. But, the next day was the worst.... then, the dollhouse was gone. But, my family wasn't my family. they were the dolls. The little girl, my favorite, grabbed me. They surrounded me. They began to whisper "D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E I see things nobody else sees" I couldn't run. I couldn't scream. I couldn't fight. And, they got me. but i woke as if nothing happened... but the dollhouse was there. I gave it to a girl named Belle... she put it in her attic. But, that night, the girl visited me in my dream. "We got you. Just, you don't know... You will soon enough." She said, and disappeared. Over the weeks, i feel myself slipping away... I know what she did.... she made me one of them. If you find that Dollhouse, run. Just run.... I'm not a girl now... I'm a doll. Dollhouse doll...