"It's so cool getting to hang out again," you said to your old friend as you followed up the stairs carrying your suitcase.
"Yeah," your friend replied. "I can't wait to show you all the sights tomorrow. Unfortunately, the only guest room I have for you is my daughter's room while she's at college."
"That's okay," you said. "I can fall asleep pretty much anywhere."
Your friend opened the door and your eyes were assaulted by bright pink. Baby pink. Neon pink. And every shade of pink in between.
As you sat on the "guest" bed with its pastel sheets and blankets, you took a look at your friend's daughter's belongings, which hadn't been touched since she left for college.
All around the room, scattered at random intervals, were small fashion dolls. Some she'd obviously played with as a little girl and didn't have the heart to get rid of. Others were still in their boxes as she'd grown out of playing with dolls and into collecting them.
"Definitely a girl's room, huh?" your old friend said.
"Yeah," you replied. "Thanks again for having me. Good night."
Your friend left you and you got ready for bed. You turned out the light and tried to get comfortable. But you were kinda creeped out looking at the dolls all around you by the light coming in through the window.
It was like they were looking back. Watching you.
You managed to fall asleep. Only to wake up when you thought you heard soft noises coming from every side of the bed.
You opened your eyes to see one of the eleven inch dolls lying on the bed, on its side, right next to your face. Had it fallen off one of the shelves? And then somehow flown all the way across the room into your bed?
Then again, the only other explanation could be that it somehow got up and walked.
You looked up and saw in the dark that one of the boxes, apparently from a recent Christmas collector's edition, was torn open. This was getting weirder and weirder.
The doll beside your head was wearing a shimmering golden dress and golden earrings. The platinum blonde hair was wavy. The wide, crystal blue eyes were framed by thick dark brows and long dark lashes. The lips were an exaggerated Cupid's bow, deep, dark red, around dazzling white teeth.
Then the doll spoke.
"Hello, handsome."
You tried to scream, but no sound came out.
A plastic arm extended and touched your mouth.
"Don't worry," the holiday doll said. "We're not here to hurt you."
You felt your hair being stroked on the other side of your head. You rolled over to see a very similar doll in mint green nurse scrubs that clung tightly to her exaggeratedly feminine body proportions. Her platinum blonde hair was long and straight. She carried a little white clipboard and a vivid pink stethoscope hung around her neck. Her lips were the exact same color as the stethoscope.
"We're just trying to have some fun," the nurse doll said.
You could see more nearly identical dolls in the bed with you. One was a safari doll with a short-sleeved khaki shirt, tiny khaki shorts, a set of binoculars, and her hair in a ponytail. Another was in a zebra-striped one-piece swimsuit. Yet another was in a cheerleading uniform, with purple pom-poms and matching lips.
All around the room, more and more of the nearly identical dolls were giggling and moving closer and closer to you.
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