(Halloween Special)

The lights went out in the toy store. Then, one of the dolls blinked. The haunted mall has just begun to live up to its reputation.
Lyria doesn't quite know how the boys talked her into this. It could have been their leering faces or the promise of all their Halloween candy, but either way, she was here now. The small six year old girl had crawled under the metal fence, torn the skirt of her ballerina costume, and creeped through the broken glass doors of the abandoned mall.
The building was supposed to have its power cut years ago after the accident, but darkness didn't slam down until Lyria was standing in front of a toystore's gringy window. The doll blinked again. It's pale porcelain face was cracked in half, leaving a gaping hole in one side. It's pretty dress must have been beautiful at one point, but now it's stained and raggedy. The doll blinks, and Lyria screams.
She shrieks and sprints down the empty mall, sure that she can hear footsteps pounding behind her. More lights snap off overhead. Whatever's in the mall seems to want to trap her in darkness. Lyria slows down by the weathered escalator, panting in her pink tiara. The quiet stuff of a shoe is her only warning.
"I've GOT you!", Micheal screams, throwing his hands down on Lyria's shoulders and shaking his younger sister. Lyria screams again, jumping and whirling to find her big brother howling with laughter.
"That's not funny! You're mean! I want to go home!", Lyria stops her feet and crosses her arms.
"Ok, ok, fine. You can have my candy. Let's go", Michael muffles his laughter while scoping Lyria up into his arms. Her head rests on his shoulder. As Michael carries Lyria out of the abandoned mall, she looks back down the dark hall. The light in the toy store is on. The doll with only half a face sits in the light, one arm raised in farewell.