The terrifying baby doll lay broken on the wet wooden floor. Its pure white porcelain skin seemed menacing to humans. The dents, cracks and patches of missing hair made it obvious that the doll had been destroyed by time. Its lips frozen in your average sweet baby-pout, its nose a cute button shape and its eyes… Those "eyes"… Empty black holes that were once home to beautiful baby-blue glass orbs were now just a graveyard to hundreds of tears shed by this ugly creature. Its left arm reached out, waiting for someone to save her from this torment. Dreaming in its apparently hollow head of being saved, taken by the hand and being sang to sleep by its loving mother but was left to rely on the sound of the broken, gothic music box that lay on pieces on the ground. The sound echoed through its mind as well the empty, ruined room. The broken and harshly spaced piano music gave off a horrific vibe. It lay there. Alone. Just a deformed baby doll that once kept a little girl company. Now forgotten, its existence unknown. Kept company by the harsh air that came from an open window that kept banging in the breeze. The smell of the room was distinct. The freezing cold air was poisoned with the scent of wet leaves that had been blown from the window possibly ten days prior. The wooden floor was now its cot. It listened to the broken music box and tried to slip into an eternal sleep.