Eugene came home from work and gave me these collector's porcelain dolls last week. They are really nice ones and a gift from the love of my life. But what's best is they take me down memory lane to when Amber and I both collected them. My very creative horror story writer author has transformed some of hers into entities that are Stephen King level eerie, especially in dim light. But I think the creepiest porcelain dolls are a lot of the antique ones. They look malevolent, like they're waiting for Nightfall to do something sinister. I think, they gave these to kids?
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