Doll

My grand mother gave me this porcelain doll when I was a little girl (which I still own). As much as I loved it, I always had it kept inside the box and stored up high on top of my wardrobe. Truth was, I was afraid it will come to life and haunt me. Something about porcelain dolls just CREEP the heck out of me. I think it’s because they look so delicate yet life like. Please tell me I’m not the only one.

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