"Just a sweet sweet girl."

You were a little...confused about your father's human-size doll collection. You were young, 9 years old. But you weren't stupid, you saw the white van of your father's and how young women dissapeared and he somehow had them as a 'doll', life-size. You couldn't deny that you felt a little suspicious. But he always managed to distract you with a little doll size of them. Before you just played with them.

"Daddy? I just want to be like you! I want to be a...doll maker?"

Ofcourse, unknown to you, he was a little magician, he turned those 'missing' girls into dolls. No one would know the real reason why he did that. Since he then just put them at the table with tea in the room you sometimes could come in.

Your father even dressed you sometimes like a doll. Puffy pink dresses and a crown with some shoes he made himself, before he just picked you up and made up a fake-tea party. Poor you, you didn't even know your father was insane and turned women into dolls. But you had noticed something.

Ever since he brought home a new doll, Jenna, was her name. But he positioned her differently. He didn't set her by the table with the other dolls. No, he placed her a few feet away from the table, dressed her in a white buttoned dress that reached her knees. You got into that room with all of the dolls. You walked past the countless of dolls, unknowing that they were victims of your father's.

"Hi, Samantha, Julia, Maxine,...!"

You continued to name the other dolls, greeting them all, until you reached Jenna, who was just standing there next to the table.

"Daddy? Why is Jenna standing there away from the others? Isn't she lonely now?"

You yelled to your father, turning away from the supposed doll, unknowing to the real humans that were the dolls. After you didn't see your father, you turned back to the doll. Tilting your head and holding your arms up with the little doll-size of her your father made.

"My father always does this! He always makes little dolls of you all! So I can get them, you're his newest friend! I hope you will be my friend too."

You then wrapped your tiny arms around Jenna's legs, hugging her, before letting go and deciding to play tea-party with the life-size dolls. Ofcourse involving Jenna in it. Well, you didn't play anymore with the others after half an hour, feeling too lonely to play with dolls.

After a few weeks, you walked back into the room. Greeting the dolls at the table, until you didn't see Jenna standing there anymore. You turned to the open door, holding your little doll size of Jenna in your arms.

"Daddy, where is Jenna? Did you move her?"

You yelled, hearing footsteps...but they came from behind you. You turned around, expecting your father.

"Daddy! Where..."

You stopped talking as you saw Jenna, covered in blood, her blank face still there, but moving, towards you to be exact. You backed away, letting the doll fall out of your arms.

"Daddy, why is the doll moving? Daddy?"

You yelled, continuing to look at the blood covered woman infront of you. Until your eyes settled onto the corner of the room, seeing your father bashed up. Your eyes filling with tears as you saw your father lifeless.

"Daddy! I want this to be a dream!"

You yelled again, starting to sob. And your crying seemed to snap Jenna out of her vengefull thoughts, finally focusing on your tiny figure, tears staining your eyes.

"Hey-hey, sweetheart. I promise I won't hurt you, okay? I just needed to do something with your daddy...okay?"

She said, her voice soft and hesitant. Ofcourse she was hesitant. How can you calm a nine year old girl after she saw you covered in blood and her father lifeless on the ground?

"You're a monster! You killed daddy! He did nothing wrong!"

You screamed back, unknown to the evil and horrifying actions your father had done. As you were on the brink to just run. Jenna just got on her knees infront of you and covered your mouth with her hand.

"Shh, sweetie. I just need you to trust me okay? I know this might sound scary to you, me being a doll."