emileehopel

All the equines nearby had heard of the place but very few ever attempted to go see for themselves. Adults rarely spoke of it while children used it as a scary story to tell their friends about at night. Not many visited the place, mainly the younger ones that had been dared and even they never got very far. No one ever got far enough to see what might be in the deeper parts of the forest as the gazes of the dolls were far too creepy to withstand for long. The story of how they started showing up differed depending on who you spoke to though none really came close to the truth despite the creativity put into them. It was how the mare preferred it to be. The haunting mystery of the place guarded her from what she suspected would be prying eyes and endless questions. The very few that did know the truth had kept it to themselves and for that she was grateful. Her descent into madness had been slow and unavoidable no matter how hard she had tried. It had always been a fear within her