Alma

 There was once a young girl named Alma. She was a small blonde girl with short hair, a pink sweater, and a blue hoodie. Alma wanted to go visit her grandma during this cold snowy day and wanted to get their fast so she took a shortcut down a lonely street in Paris and saw a huge wall of a whole bunch of names on it written with chalk so she wanted to join that wall and she added her name. As she was walking she also saw a doll store full of many beautiful dolls in it. When she looked through the window she couldn't see much because the window was fogged but she saw a doll that looked very familiar so she was curious to see what it was. When she cleared the window with her gloves the doll that she had thought she saw wasn't there anymore.
    Alma tried to see if she could see the doll again but she didn't see her anymore. Remembering she wanted to go to her grandmas house she wanted to enter the store quickly and take a look at that doll that looked familiar to her. Alma tried and tried to open the door but no matter how hard she tried the door was locked. She had frustrated and just gave up but then the door slowly opened by itself. Not even hesitating to know how the door opened she went in. The store was a very dark, and creepy place. However alma didn't really care she went in for that doll that reminded her of basically her. When she entered the store a weird noise scared her. It was a little boy toy on a toy bicycle trying to escape before the door closed, but the door had closed right when he tried to escape.
    Alma simply thought it was a wind-up toy that was just wrongly placed towards the door but who winded the doll up she didn't care she was focused on the doll she had seen since the beginning. The doll was no longer in the place it had been in when Alma saw it when she turned around to see the toy boy on the bicycle. The doll re-caught her eye but this time it was on the top shelf where all the dolls where at but she didn't really pay attention to all the details she just had one goal which was to get that doll. Alma had completely forgotten that she was going to go visit her grandma that day. She claimed everything until she got to that doll once she went up one step all of the dolls surrounding her had turned there eyes to see her but she didn't see them.
    You could say that they were trying to help her but she was never worried about anything. Everything seemed good for her it looked like a very nice, old store. When she was aiming for the doll she took her glove off to get a better reach and when her hand was right in front of the doll that looked just like her all the other dolls tried to move to help stop her, but it was too late. Alma had touched the doll and then she got sucked into it. Her whole body was inside of  the doll. All she could do was move her plastic eyes to the right to see a new doll coming up where her doll was at. she saw another familiar looking doll and at that moment she realized that that store was a creepy, old store that sucks all of you into a doll.