In a small curiosity shop in one of the darker corners lay Alice. A doll with a very bloody reputation. Every owner who had possessed her had died in very strange ways. They had all died rich, happy, and loved. But they had all died within a year of owning her.
In the darkness her ruby eye seemed to glint in the light. Another soul was coming. The type of soul that she loved to feed on. The soul would be drawn to her, compelled to buy her. They would take her home...and then their pleasurable nightmare would begin.
In the faint light it almost looked as if she were smiling.
