My hair stands on end, and I could feel the quickening beat of my heart in every Goose-bump. I turn the corner near an abandoned, burnt down factory, that once made dolls. No one really knows what happened to it. Some say that one day, it just caught on fire, and others say the dolls that set it ablaze. One afternoon I was walking past the burnt down factory, and I noticed a small figure near one of the doors of the factory. I had a really sick, and negative feeling about the thought of going to see what it was. School finished one hour earlier, so I had no where to rush to. As I walked slowly and cautiously towards the door, I noticed a very faint noise that kind of sounded like moving coming from the figure. The closer I got, the more it looked like a doll. Once I got to the doll, I noticed a small crack in the cheek and quite a bit of missing paint. I decided to take it home, and somehow try to fix it. The following morning I went to the store to buy what I needed for the doll. Some paint, a teapot for the cheek, and some super glue. When I got home the doll wasn’t were I placed it. The doll was on a kitchen table, with all the knives in the house lying in front of it, with some sort of oil smudged all other them. I cleaned the knives and put them back to their original places. “Rudi, Rudi,” I yelled, as I wanted to feed my little brown guinea pig. Five minutes later, after yelling his name I gave up, he is probably hiding somewhere again. I sat down with the doll, and started fixing it. Suddenly it occurred to me that the doll looked bigger than before. I’ve also noticed that it is holding a bunch of short brown hair in its hand. Rudi’s hair? No it’s just, me. That is impossible. I decided to not worry and proceeded with fixing it. Another night passed by, and still no trace of Rudi. Seeing those hairs in the doll’s hands, had gotten me really worried. I walked up to the kitchen to get myself coffee, and saw a sma