The Dollhouse

by hokage666

There is an old dollhouse, that for as long I can remember has been in our attic. I've always been allured by it's small little porch, it's swooping roof, and small windows with the curtains drawn tight.

3. Chapter 3

I had a dream last night. It was a strange dream.

I dreamt that I was in the doll house.

I awoke in the Perfect Ones hold still strong on my arm as he led me to the dining room. I couldnt cold like it usually was and that it actually felt quite real. The shiny plastic he was made of looked and felt like flesh. His hand was even warm to the touch.

Very Strange.

We arrived in the kitchen where I saw the Mother setting plates on the table and the Father reading a paper.

There was only one doll missing from the scene, the Faker. I wondered where he could be and what he was doing. What exactly did a doll do in their spare time?

I heard footsteps. Very loud footsteps. Almost as if there was a giant. The plates on the table began to shake and rattle slightly.

The Faker got a shocked look on his face and gripped my arm tighter as he quickly ran to the table, dragging me with him.

He sat down and decided on a pose, he was smiling, facing The Mother. The mother took a similar pose across from him, sitting down as well. The Father just continued to read his paper, but he too froze in place.

I was confused on what to do, so I just folded my hands in my lap and stared at the plate in front of me.

The walls began to open and I soon realized the dollhouse was being opened.

Soon the wall was completely opened revealing the last doll. Only he wasnt look fake, it looked real.

How very strange.