(You look around the room again, scared to look into the doll's deep brown eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her unnerving smile. You look back at her, and notice some tears and cobwebs littering her dress. Controlling your urge to jump out the second-story window and run away, you ask her how long she's been in the house.)
Amanda: Oh, as long as I can recall! Although...
(The doll puts one finger to her lips, and stares over your shoulder as if deep in thought. You follow her gaze and see a painting of her and some other dolls, four girls and three boys. They are sitting in rows of four, with the boys and one girl standing in the back, and Amanda with the other three girls in the front.)
Amanda: I have a memory or two of my shoppe. That's where we all came from. "Edmund and Eloise SoulDoll Shoppe" it was called. It closed... what year is it darling?
(You tell her it's May of 2018. The doll throws up her fragile hands in surprise.)
Amanda: Oh my! It's Vincent's birthday! I must tell him!
(You watch the doll leap off the vanity stool and scurry out of the room. You follow, your loud footsteps echoing the tiny 'tic-tic-tic' of Amanda's tiny shoes.)

(TBC...)
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