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Esme watched quietly as Professor Myers began to inspect the doll.
He was right - it WAS in immaculate condition for something that clearly was rather old. The thought hadn't occurred to her previously, and she wondered why that would be the case... "Yes, sir. More like I was sitting at the table and it bumped into my leg." She supposed that she had either knocked into it inadvertently or - no. There was no way that it moved on its own. Dolls weren't ALIVE.
The comment about the hair gave her the heebie-jeebies, but before she could comment further she was interrupted by the Professor's dog.
Normally the animals made her happy, but this was different... like the dog was SENSING something. "Dog's have a sixth sense..." she commented as she nervously looked at the doll. If it was triggering that kind of response, did that mean there was something wrong with it? But how could something be wrong with a DOLL? She was so confused...
Suddenly Professor Myers was being lunged at and the doll was knocked to the floor before the dog scampered off. "Are you all right, Professor?" she asked feeling slightly concerned before looking back over to - "Hey! Where did it go?" |