Preface- The doll

I knew. I knew before I was aware that I knew. But all along I knew she would come for me someday. I'd seen the movie and I'd read the book but it had always been just another story – until the doll came, anyway.

I stared at the doll. And it stared back at me, its eyes shining. The doll was just like me in everyway. The pale skin, the long, straight black hair, the red lips. In every way, that is, except for the eyes.

What's so scary about a doll with buttons for eyes? You may ask. How long have you been hiding under a rock for anyway? Don't you have an 'Other Mother'? Apparently, I do.

As I looked into the dolls shiny black button eyes, I could feel the horror and shock creeping across my face. I swallowed. I knew that any ounce of color that may have been lingering in my chalk white cheeks had been drained from existence as soon as I opened the parcel. I opened my mouth. And screamed.