every Halloween year. house of mirrors come to each town. I hide within the walls of my dollhouse , watching everyone who walks in and out of here , casting my judgement on every good and bad scent that comes across my path.. and when I find the right one.. that's when I strike. disappearing every. single. trace of them. when you think you can escape my walls the most.. BOO that's when the doll wants to come out to play. You can run and you can hide, but it only excites me. come. Take a walk through my dollhouse, where your screams will blend and your cute little pleas will go unanswered. But I can't promise it'll be over quickly... - - INSPIRED BY SATANS AFFAIR by H.D Carlton