Sir, You're Spoiling Me!
The area was cluttered with broken and bloodstained dolls, with some eerily moving on their own.
Soon, the echoes of a baby's cries and a haunting, sorrowful laughter reached their ears. "You've come, you've finally come. Will you stay and play with me?"
Stuart and Dylan froze in their tracks. Their legs wobbled, and fear made them pee their pants.
The baby's voice turned into desperate crying, and a bunch of dolls with all sorts of expressions glared at them.
Stuart stammered, "I-I'm s-s-sorry, p-p-please don't come after u-u-us ... This isn't our doing. I swear, we don't mean any harm. Your mom is okay, and you can still be the family's little one."