If we transport ourselves back to when I was a child we would find ourselves on the tramp late at night, cold wind blowing through our blankets as we sat in a circle and talked under the moon. We would be telling ghost stories and sharing creepy encounters that we had had. Scaring ourselves so much we would almost decide to sleep inside, only then would I decide to share the story of the cursed doll. A story passed down from my brother, and creepy enough to make our skin crawl so bad we would pack our stuff up inside and sleep in the living room. Welcome to Episode four, of Fright Fest.

Disclaimer- I say Episode three in the intro, but this is actually episode four, I apologize for the confusion.