The Beldam laid for years in her dark world How many, who knows? But she savored the flavor of her last victim, for this long. But, she smelled a child, a new child, who reeked of unhappiness back through in another world.
She summoned one of her spies back from the void, and commenced destroying the look of her, in the shape of a girl, a plastic surgery, if you will. She cut the cotton candy pink dress off the body gently, and set it aside. She tore the braided hair out specifically so it unraveled and could be reused. She cut the now dingy with age button eyes off the doll. Then, she split the doll open at the seams around the mouth, emptied the old, yellowed cotton out, and flipped the doll inside out, from the tanned fabric to the rice white fabric. Then, she refilled the doll with fresh cotton, and laid her inside what looked like a Civil War doctor's surgical kit.
Ah, the Other Mother remembered the civil war. That's the era she took the tall girl from. Her father, a rebel, died in Gettysburg, but she made him come back to life. Acted like a cheerful mother, even recreated her brothers and sisters, even the ones that had succumbed to Typhoid Fever. The Beldam's mouth was salivating at the thought of that boy's soul.
By now, she had re-stitched the doll's mouth, and selected fresh, shiny new buttons to sew onto the doll for eyes, how she would spy on the child's life, to lure it to her. But, she knew she would have to be crafty. That boy had been hard to convince, coming from a hard life on the Oregon Trail, his family building the house that she used to construct the trap. He had been hard to convince, but eventually, she tricked him into the process of sewing the buttons on. This child may be hard to convince, but Other Mother knew she would win.
The girl had…blue hair?! Okay, then. Whatever. The other mother found blue yarn, and started attaching the short cropped blue yarn for hair. Then, The Beldam stitched a yellow rain slicker out of leather, and found yellow boots in a small trunk for her spy's many looks. She also found a sweater and some jeans, and placed them on the doll.
Finally, she painted the lips a light, soft pink, and freckles on the cheeks.
Other Mother walked back to the open window and let the doll sail back into the void from which it came.
Her crooked teeth made for a nasty grin, and she drank in the idea of fresh blood, which caused her to suddenly realize she was famished, her own glossy, carefully polished buttons glinting with pleasure when she thought about her upcoming feast.
The Beldam stalked off on her spindly legs to begin stirring up some of her ancient magic, and decided to let her traditional game of toying with children's' souls and affection begin.