A ghost in the carboard

The room was dark as all the dolls and teddy bears stood emoctionless with the light on in one side of the room, It was the side of the room where Jenny allways played with her favorite toys. It was her bed with Jenny inside it and her mother sitting on a chair beside her.

"and the little turtle won the race"
Jennys mom spoke gently as Jenny fell asleep,
"will Jenny ever stop liking your storys"
Jennys father said while standing at the doorway
"I dont know"
"shes 8 years of age"
"SO, A CHILD SHOULD HAVE STORYS!" the mother stated while starting to go mad



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