Chapter 1
In the dark woods of Saint Claus Town, there lies a small porcelain doll in a broken, dilapidated house at the end of Round house street who has been reported to be seen peeking out through the window of the attic of the house, carefully observing everything with its red , blood thirsty eyes made to haunt anybody who stares at the doll for not more than just the third of a second. The doll stares outside the window with its neck slightly tilted towards the right side as if inviting to come meet her. The doll,who goes by the name, Dirdel who has allegedly been the source of many murders and even a suicide. It all began when seven year old Emily invited Dirdel to live with her as a part of her Doll collection. If only Emily knew who Diredel was actually, the fateful accident that followed would not have happened. It is said that Emily always felt that Diredel was not like her other dolls inhuman and sedentary. She was very much mobile whose laughters could be heard throughout the corridors of the house every night at exactly twelve a.m when Diredel would roam the halls, giving everyone nightmares. The doll would scare Emily to bits and would often stare at Emily from the corner of the room, where no one could be seen except Diredel and her bright red eyes glancing at Emily whenever she would make an attempt to escape from the room. Emily reported this incident to her parents who tried to suppress the doll s rise to power and more, by drowning the doll into the river carefully locked away in a suitcase. They thought that this would be the end of their troubles but they could not be more wrong. The next day they found Diredel, all soaked wet with a kitchen knife in her hand standing in front of the hallway waiting to strike the family with it. What happened next is horrifying. The doll lunged at the family with the knife, first at the mother who stood right at the end of the hallway. The doll was faster than the speed of light. She ran towards the mother and plunged the knife into her. Blood flowed from the mother’ s chest as the mother collapsed on the floor, motionless. the doll, drenched in blood, then turned towards the bedroom where Emily slept. There in the light of the moon, the doll clenched the knife tightly but before killing Emily, woke her up and when she did, She allowed Emily, just a moment to realise her fate and then without a moment to waste, plunged the knife into her chest. On that night in the moonlight you could see the porcelain doll covered in blood with a smile plastered on her face. To this day it is not known what happened to the father but it surely was nothing good. When the authorities were informed about the doll, they did not bother to look into the matter, as they were probably scared of the doll and did not want to meddle with it and till this day the corpses of the Hamchet family lie there in the house, decomposing with the doll watching over them with a sinister smile, holding that same bloody knife in her hand .
