Beware the stare of Mary Shaw
She had no children, only dolls
And if you see her in your dreams,
Be sure you never, ever scream.
She ran as fast as she could from the house, stumbling over her own feet as she fled. She could hear the echo of that evil laugh behind her, which propelled her feet to move that much faster. As she approached the entrance to the forest behind her house, she stopped suddenly. There was fog rolling in, covering the grass, and she could barely see a thing. She bit her lip as she looked back to where the sounds were coming from, and decided to keep going. She heard the humming coming closer, soft and distant like a nursery rhyme. Tears spilled over her cheeks as she cried out for help.
"Somebody! Somebody PLEASE! Help me!" She ran on, looking over her shoulder as she listened to the singing begin to circle around her. She tripped on something, and looked down through the fog to see a tombstone, cracked and dilapidated. To her horror, she found dozens of other gravestones, scattered throughout… But they looked tiny, almost like they were made for… dolls.
She tried to get up, but her foot snagged on the broken piece of stone. She pulled, but a voice right behind her startled her to the ground again.
"Karen," it sing-songed, "Where are you, Karen?" She whimpered as the voice seemed to be emanating from all around her at the same time.
"L-leave me al-lone!" she cried, hugging her knees to her chest. A giggle rang out through the night air, and she felt a force pull her back against the dirt, head facing the clouded sky. Suddenly, everything seemed to slow. The sound of the wind rustling through the trees, the rush of nearby traffic, all went quiet.
Karen looked around, shaking. "Hello, Karen," the dummy spoke, popping out and grinning its painted smile as her last scream pierced through the dead silence.