"She'll be in here Dawson," said Basil. "Somewhere by the dolls."

"I never liked this place," Dawson shuddered while looking around. "Never." His partner shushed him.

Basil of Baker Street and his associate, Dr. Dawson, were on the case of a missing child. The last place the child, Agatha, was seen was near the human toy store. Basil didn't think how suspicious that would be. He just ordered the dog, Toby, to bring him and Dawson here. As for now, they were inside the store walking towards the large dolls.

Something inside Dawson swelled up that something bad was going to happen. What would it be? What is it? Is it towards him or Basil? What will happen? What's the worse to occur? Is it going to be something terrible? Are the toys going to come alive and hurt him? Is it the toys? Is that it? The toys in the room were already scary with their big eyes staring down at Dawson. Especially with the three clown women who were staring at him with wide grins, showing off their teeth. There was also a rocking horse that was neighing into the darkness. What will happen? Are the clown women going to start laughing? Is the rocking horse going to come alive?

Just then, there was a squeaky voice saying the word, "Mama."

It was a mouse's voice. A young girl's voice.

"Mama," the voice said again. "Mama."

Dawson shook while Basil held him by the coat knowing he would run.

"Stay here until I call you," Basil whispered to him.

Basil walked towards the twelve porcelain dolls that stood on a shelf and searched around their feet.

"Where are you?" he wondered.

Doll after doll, Basil looked around but to no avail. There was only darkness surrounding the dolls and many other toys that were on the shelves. Nothing else was around them.

"Mama," the voice squeaked again.

Where are they? Where is Agatha?

Dawson didn't see a child anywhere and neither did Basil. There was nothing around except the human toys.

"Where are you?" Basil whispered.

Between two dolls dressed in Victorian clothes, there was still no girl. With the darkness wallowing around them, Dawson wasn't the only one who was scared. Basil's fur was standing up on the back of his neck. The tension was getting too much that all Basil wanted to do was to find the missing girl and get out of the toy store. He didn't like the place that much either but he never gave up on his job. The more he looked around the dolls, Basil wasn't getting any hope. There was no young white mouse in a green dress.

"Where the hell are you, Agatha?"

"Here."

That was a shadowy voice coming from behind that Basil gasped loudly, turned around, and everything went black.

Luckily, Dawson heard Basil's loud gasp that he called out while running closer to the large dolls, "Basil? Basil! Basil, where are you? What happened? Basil?"

There was no one there and Dawson's heart pumped faster.

"Basil," he repeated. "Where are you? What's going on?"

This doesn't make any sense.

He walked around.

Wait, are my suspicions correct?

"Am I right?" Dawson thought to himself. He looked further around the dolls. "Basil? Agatha?"

Now that he was by a paper doll, a dark voice from the shadows whispered, "There is no Agatha."

WHOOSH! FLOP!

Before Dawson could turn around, something fast and sharp like a razorblade sliced his neck. He didn't see it but something round was rolling on the floor and he couldn't move his entire body. Basil was nowhere and Dawson was cold as stone.