Had to make it longer for school.
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I got 100%
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She was never interested in books, toys, or video tapes. She would sit in her room all day, being swallowed by the fluffy pink bedspread. She was silent. No one ever heard the slightest peep from behind that door.
Sarah, let’s play. whispered the bear with one eye that rested indolently on the girl’s dresser. All day, he stared at her with his one eye. They were blank. He never showed emotion, though he was very much alive.
The little girl shook her head violently. She did not like playing with that strange bear. She never knew where it came from. A relative maybe? Just for as long as she could remember, she lived under the watchful eye of the dull brown toy.
No, of course you don’t want to play with him! whispered the doll with the big yellow bow. You can play with me Sarah. The doll crawled onto the plush pink bed, sitting next to the pale little girl. She had never posed a threat, she was just so strange. The girl got nervous around her,
She pushed the doll away. It scared her just as much as the bear did.
Colorful blocks fell out of their box, sliding and rolling across the hardwood floors, climbing up onto the bed. The blocks slipped underneath the girl, who was frozen with terror, and lifted her up, stacking higher, and higher, until the poor girl had to duck so she didn’t hit the ceiling. The blocks did not speak though. That’s impossible.
“Please, just stop!” The girl’s cry was no louder than the whispers of the toys. Her mother heard though, she had been watching the whole thing. She with a mixture of fascination and horror, though never once did the thought of saving her daughter go through her mind.
The doll looked towards the door, the mother’s round white face peeking through.
The doll shattered, its bow resting on a pile of glass and lace. The bear shrunk, until it was nothing but a golden brown speck on the hardwood floor. The colorful blocks fell apart, only a pile of colorful splinters remained. The little girl fell onto her bed, swallowed by a sea of soft pink, until she disappeared completely.
The mother stood in shock until she realized her daughter was gone completely. “Madeline! Where is Madeline? Henry come quick!” she screamed, echoing through the empty house. The father, Henry, was nowhere to be found.
The mother sat in a wheelchair, staring blankly out the window, transfixed by the dark storm clouds. The little girl braided her hair as the tall man rubbed her shoulders on which a hospital gown hung loosely. The man wore an eye patch, while the little girl wore a big yellow bow.
Thursday, December 6th, 1893
Stonebridge Times
Monday, Dece-
mber 3rd, Michael
and Elizabeth C-
arson suffered a
tragic loss. Their
daughter Sarah,
age six died un-
expectedly. “She
always was a sic-
kly girl, never
coming outside,”
neighbor Betsy PICTURE OF CREEPY VICTORIAN MANSION
Adams claims.
“I don’t think
she was getting
enough sunlight.
She just stayed
in her bedroom,
even when their
were visitors.
On the occasion
she did come out,
she carried all of
her toys. Some
poor old bear, a
couple wooden
blocks and a porcelain doll. Her parents just left, after the funeral that is. I guess the loss of their only child was too much for them. They didn’t even bother to pack. Just left all their memories behind.” The funeral was held December 5th.
