Dec 25, 2006 09:36
She smiled at me, her deep green eyes twinkling. All the other dolls were dead by her hand, she had murdered them all.
"Who are you?" I asked, looking at her placid facade.
"Ulalume," She cooed, "I am the hidden doll, Ulalume."
"Why did you do this?"
"Because I have to. Because I'll be yours in eight months."
The name will forever haunt me:
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