Sarah had been working at the toy store for some time now, and something wasn't right. Mainly because the employees acted so strange, like they were traumatized, and needed counselling. But it was also the toys, young children didn't notice - or maybe it was her hyperactive mind, but the toys stared at her. She found wherever she stood in the store, the barbie was staring at her, but even more odd, every time she went home, a crackling thunderstorm had came out of nowhere.
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