It’s when I find it, stashed away in an inaccessible corner of the attic, the box containing my mutilated dolls, that my world tilts. How could I not have seen it? The dolls’ eyes, in pairs and alone, stare as if to ask: Don’t you remember the manic look on his face when he went at us with his knives?
I bring in the box. It takes but a glance for everyone to agree – same MO. Huge step towards identifying the serial killer.
When they ask me where I found the evidence, I cannot raise my voice above a whisper.
I love how you paced the suspense here. Great portrayal of the dolls.
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Managing the suspense was tricky, so I’m glad it works for you! thanks 🙂
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It works really well 🙂
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🙂
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Oooooooooooooooooo
You guys really went dark this time. Well done. I’m intrigued.
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Thank you! There’s something creepy about dolls’ eyes, so dark seemed the obvious path 😀
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Definitely my favorite of your two entries. Well done!
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