There's this old fairy tale that my mom and dad used to tell me about, I found it scary at the time, but now I think it's complete and utter bullshit... The Doll Creator... What kind of dumbass name is that? It just sounds like a small toy store that you find around the corner in the mall where the owner doesn't care about the kids, he's just there for the money... yeah... That type of store. This Halloween I went to my friends party... it smelt of weed, alcohol, and sex in there... I left without telling anyone, and that brings me to now. As I walk down the street I can feel a sensation that I'm being watched. But the only things I see are children running around in costumes, their noses running from the cold, I grimace at this, "Disgusting..." I mummer as I walk on. What was I talking about before that? Oh, yeah. The Doll Creator used to be a human like you and me... Well, if you can call me a human... He and his family were the picture perfect family that everyone has dreamt to be. Hah, pathetic... Anyways, one day the father was murdered, but no body was ever found. On the daughters wish list that Christmas, she asked for a doll that looked like her. On Christmas eve, the Jenkins family went missing. The bodies of the child and the mother were never fund, however, dolls that looked exactly like them were left behind in the house... Heh, now he's out there somewhere looking for his next victim! oooooh~! Hehehe... ah, such a bullshit story... Anyways as I'm walking I still can't shake this feeling of dread, I start to walk faster... As I near my house, I look into the trees and see it... a large, lanky figure that's just standing there, blank stare with his black suken-in eyes, and his shit-eating grin... I want to run, but I can't... The figure has blood on his hands as he lunges at me, I try to scream as he drags me into the woods, I feel a sharp pain in my stomach as I see him rip out my intestines, the world around me goes dark as I hear a small, "Have fun in Wonderland~"

The news reporter flashes onto the screen as he clears his throat... "16 kids have gone missing this Halloween..." He starts listing off names as the kids pictures flash on the screen, "The oldest one had signs of sexual abuse and a grin carved into her face, there was a doll beside her that looked exactly like the girl, Regan Jenkins was 16 years old the night of Halloween... The rest of the kids haven't been found, if you see any one, please call the police immediately!  Thank you, and have a good night..." The Doll Creator's grin got wider as he added the newly created dolls to his shelve, the one he cherished most was the doll of Regan Jenkins...