~Skin is marked as not yet finished due to my being fussy~

-----STORY-----

Piling away the toys for another day, Diane huffs and puffs as she lifts the boxes and stacks each toy. She slams the wardrobe door and leaps into bed with a grin on her face. Time for a bedtime story. Told of princes and princesses, she has no fears as she drifts off to sleep.





THUMP!





Comes a noise. Diane starts awake! She gasps as she glances around her pretty pink bedroom. Turning her head to the door, she notices no light beaming from outside, everybody must be asleep. It might have been the cat, she ponders.


She rests her head down and snuggles into the bedo ¦





Rustle Rustle~





Comes another sound. Only this time, she knew it was from within her room. With no lamp light, she jumps up and darts to the wall switch, her bedroom lighting up instantly. She stands for a moment on the spot, her eyes dart from one corner of the room and then, the other.





Rustle Rustle~





Comes the noise again. Listening carefully, she follows the sound. Edging towards her wardrobe. She takes hold of the handle and tugs it carefully. The doors spring open and she yelps as her toys fall out. Fully pushing the doors to the side she takes a glance inside the supposedly empty wardrobe. Sat on the middle shelf is a doll, one she does not remember, its face smashed yet perfectly sat, lady like and content. She shivers, and stuffs the rest of her toys back into the wardrobe. As she closes the doors once more she turns to her bed and gasps, covering her mouth with her hands. Sat on her bed, is that doll. In the same position as before, all lady-like, it sits on the edge of her bed. o ¦