In and out, in and out. Slowly Creepay pulled the needle attached to the long black thread. What beautiful stitch work. He looked down at the doll in his hoof, which was quite a mix match of different dolls. He had torn them apart himself, and then meticulously picked the parts to stitch together. "My my what a pretty you are, pretty indeed." he cooed at the thing as he cradled it in his arms. Sitting under the tree he looked up into the night sky full moon, it was good luck to him. It was the time that the creepies came out to play. "Who shall we play with today Sally?" his voice had an eerie pitch to it. Surely he looked like a thing of nightmares sitting with the doll propped up in front of him. He needed to find someone good to scare.
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