I just wanted to warn you, because she's putting them in your room. You know those old porcelain dolls mom got last week? She got them from this old thrift shop in town. The lady who runs the gift shop gave them to mom for free, she said that they had just been sitting in the store for a while and nobody else seemed to want them. Mom took them because she felt bad, but I've heard people talking about those stupid things. See - they used to belong to this old doll maker who lived in town a while ago. The woman was obsessed with dolls. I mean completely obsessed. She used to have kids - two little girls.
I heard some people in town talking about how one day the kids didn't show up for class. The teacher called home, but she was told that the girls were sick with the flu and they'd be in next week. Well, a whole week passed, and then another, and another and the kids didn't show up. The doll maker kept ignoring the schools calls, and eventually they got worried. So, the school called the CPS to just check on the doll maker and her daughters. When the social worker got there they found the doll maker looking totally pristine and very upset that the school had called. She swore the girls were okay and even offered to let the social services people see them. She took the agent up to the girls' bedroom, and when the agent looked in she saw both of the girls laying on the bed, covered in blood with their eyes gouged out and this horrible smell filling up the room. The Doll maker was arrested for murder of her daughters, and she kept swearing she wasn't insane. She sold everything she had to pay for a lawyer, but in the end she wound up getting thrown into an asylum anyways. They never found the eyes of the daughters, and when they asked the doll maker about it she kept saying, "They were perfect, so perfect, but they were getting old. Eventually they'd leave. But I could keep them with me forever."
They just assumed this meant she was crazy. They figured she might've eaten the eyes or something because they found some of the girls' organs in the kitchen on the cutting board. They hadn't been chopped up yet or anything, but there was a pot of water boiling on the stove. Now, I'm telling you this because mom wants to move the dolls into the room. And it's bad enough to know all this gruesome stuff about where they came from - but it's just...the eyes of the dolls. They don't look right to me. They look...bad. And a few nights ago I got up to get some water. I had to walk past them and I swear, listen, I'm not lying - I swear I saw them move.