Doll Bones, Holly Black

Do you remember the last time you played with dolls or action figures? I was around eight or nine when I did. My mom gave me this pretty doll. She had alabaster skin, rosy cheeks, she had white, curly, short hair and she was wearing this baby blue nightgown with a petticoat. She looked so elegant and expensive. She was the prettiest doll I’ve ever gotten. I took her to bed with me the first night I got her and slept with her in my arms. I woke up in the middle of the night and she was missing. I thought I’d let go of her when I fell asleep so I turned to my side to look for her and there she was, standing on my bed facing me. That was the loudest I’ve screamed in my entire life. There’s nothing paranormal about it though. My uncle, who was staying at our house that time, propped the doll on my bed to deliberately scare me but after that, all the dolls had to go.

This memory was buried in the recesses of my mind until I read Doll Bones. A story of three twelve year old kids, their last game together, and a china doll.

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