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It was a dark and stormy forest, filled with intent. At least that was what Howard thought was setting up the hairs on the back of his neck. Even his very damp moustache felt oddly twitchy.
He didn't like it at all. It felt wrong.
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And I think you might have pulled that creepy doll straight from my nightmares. I once housesat at a house that had a large porcelain doll like the one you described, and I 100% kept it shut in a room and went out of my way to avoid it.
It was a treat to read this on Halloween!
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