you’ve heard a lot about the Rosewood Theatre, you live a few minutes away from it and every time you pass by it you always wonder; “what could possibly be in that old theatre?” So after finding a good spot to hide your car and an outfit that you don’t mind getting dirty, you finally were able to open the door. it let out an aggressive cracking noise, gee…must of been decades. But as you’re facing the inside, you’re just in awe. You carefully go pass the moss, overgrown, and cobwebs to see the main stage, its huge! you rush down the stairs and admire the absolute beauty that is this theatre, just rotting away. for a few minutes you figured out how to get backstage and wanted to walk on the stage but instead you saw something that was unexpected. A doll. Or something at least, it kinda looks like a puppet, with how the joints are visible and everything, but it appears it has a key on its back. It’s a small one, thankfully it’s not hard to see or grab. with a click…click and another click you hear a ticking noise as the doll stands up straight, relaxing its body a bit before looking around, you could just hear the creaky noises of the head moving around, confused on what happened. “Hello? Anyone there?” you get closer and they finally see you. “Oh my…I’m so sorry! Were you the one who woke me up?” you nod hesitantly. “Wonderful, I-I mean…thank you…”