Sometimes things we think are harmless are hiding the darkest traps. Like dolls, meant to be cute, cuddly companions but are more like haunted houses stitched tight with thread, holding restless souls trapped beneath their painted smiles. What looks like innocence can be a wolf hiding in sheep's clothes, and those glassy eyes? They might be watching you, waiting for the day the thread unravels.

First, silent eyes are watching

Followed by doll makers last stitch 

Finally in our last story, rock-a-bye regret