Ander grabed his pocket knife. Slowly cutting into the chest of the doll."What the..." That was all he could say before the bottom drawer of the dresser opened. Somehow the doll was on the ground. As he bent down to pick it up when he noticed it was bleeding. "But wait." He said. "How am I sure this is the dolls blood? Or could it just be...No..." He opened the drawer with his Amber in it. "No. It can't be." He said checking her pulse. It was beating.
The next thing he knew he was on the ground.Bleeding. As he lay on his death groung he notice something...Something in the shape of a person...
