Alma

 As it turns into dusk, Alma looks around, with despair, from side to side with a clicking sound. A red headed doll appears on the table, Alma now knows who will get sucked in next. Feeling frozen, Alma breathes heavily with stress. The little black and white doll, on the bike, continues riding trying to escape. Alma analyses the room looking for an escape root.

A day passes and everything is quiet. A man with a black and white sweater, white sweatpants and glasses walks up in front of the store. Alma starts breathing more heavily as the man walks right in front of her. He smiles creepily and walks to the back. It’s almost dusk and the red headed girl has still not appeared.

As the sun rises at dawn, a loud squeaking sound comes from the other side of the street. Alma looks at the other dolls with the clicking sound of her eyes. Loud but soft sound is coming from the snow as a red haired girl looks through the window with joy in her face, not knowing the unknown. The red haired girl looks away for a split second and the doll disappears. She starts to make the same mistake I have made the mistake we all have made. The red haired girl looks around, Alma blinks as fast as she can and gets her attention. The red headed girl stays still, almost like she is frozen in ice. Suddenly, the look of fear creeps over her face. The red haired girl turns and runs out through the squeaky door as fast as she can.

The shop owner looks at Alma, furious, Alma feels the intensity through her body.  

To be continued...