I finally made it. Seeing the town covered in snow, feeling the cold breeze blowing nicely on my skin. I knew this journey wasn’t a waste. Walking around the town I see posters talking about missing people. Something catches my attention, a gigantic chalkboard. I run as fast I can to the piece of art.
I pick up the chalk and start to write my name on the blackboard. A rusty mechanical noise looms behind me. Curious, I turn around and see a doll, in a shop across the road, that looks like me. Dropping the chalk and pulling my scarf down. I take a look at my clothes and rush to get a better view. I realise that it has the same outfit as me. My happiness takes a halt when the doll mysteriously disappears. Walking towards the shop’s door, I take an even closer look. Putting my head against the window, Placing my hands beside my eyes and squinting my eyes, the doll reappears.
Seeing the doll determination fills my body to get the doll. Opening the door is now my top priority. I first try pulling the door handle with excitement. Hoping it would open. A metal clunk sound as I try to open the door. It didn’t move an inch. My body filled with anger and I stomp my feet, made a snowball and throw it with wrath. The door slowly creaks open.
Entering the shop my steps make a thump sound on the wood. My eyes see strange dolls that look like they’re staring into my soul. Moving closer to the doll my heart rate goes faster. Out of thin air I see a toy riding a tricycle pedalling but stuck on the floor. Crouching down I grab the toy and put it up right. The toy continues to pedal to the door. Maybe it’s a sign to get out? But I think nothing of it. My only objective is to get my doll. As I get back up it disappears again and reappears on the shelf with other creepy dolls. Ignoring everything in my way I run to the couch and climb the shelf. I reach to grab it. Taking off my glove with my teeth. I touch the doll. I am suddenly transferred to a dark space seeing weird images flicker through my mind. When it’s finally over I look around and realise I have become the doll, trying to move myself with all my might to no effect.
I finally made it. Seeing the town covered in snow, feeling the cold breeze blowing nicely on my skin. I knew this journey wasn’t a waste. Walking around the town I see posters talking about missing people. Something catches my attention, a gigantic chalkboard. I run as fast I can to the piece of art.
