A Personal Experience By Mollie

When I was younger, about 30 years ago, my best friend Lola lived in an orphanage. We used to meet up every Saturday and go shopping with the pocket money we had back in those days. We would go to sales down at our local community center and maybe to the second hand shops. One of the Saturdays we met up and went somewhere we had never been before called P.M. Doll Shop. I got this small beautiful girl doll called Mandy May. But Lola got this tattered old doll, because of the small amount of pocket money she had. She called her doll "Fey," after me. That night Lola was staying the night at my house. When we went to get in bed Lola got her doll and I got mine. She loved her doll dearly and wouldn't sleep without it. Me and Lola each fell straight to sleep. A yelp from the dog must have woken Lola. She realized her doll was gone from by her side. She went downstairs looking for Fey she was no where to be seen. The harsh cry of the dog awoke me and I went down stairs realizing Lola had gone. I saw her lying on the floor crying and chanting: "why, why..." Then a mist appeared from no where and the doll was sitting on the chair. The doll came from out of nowhere.