“Would you like another biscuit Anne?” Her small voice echoed through the field around the dollhouse she sat in, the oncoming fog threatening to swallow it. She smiled and placed another imaginary cake in front of Anne, her very favorite doll. Wiping a stary curl from her eyes, she poured more tea for both of them plus the other two guests seated in the small kitchen. Another girl doll named Sarah and a happy clown named Giggles.

The girl shivered. As the fog decended, cold came with it. How long had she been playing here? It felt like an eternity. But rather here than with her uncle…She looked up suddenly at the sound of approaching footsteps and hushed voices. Flashlights suddenly shone on the surrounding grave stones. Several kids in their late teens entered the graveyard in search of an adventure. The girls sad, blue eyes met the scared eyes of one of the adventurers. She wanted to play with them but couldnt. She looked down sadly, shivered once more in the cold, and vanished.