Dolls

This is a rewrite of a fanfiction I wrote about three years ago.

Chapter One
Prophotar Street was busy and bustling, full of life. The street was alive with tourists, all who passed by a single shop. The shop did not have a name, there was no sign, it was just an old building. It was said to be haunted and filled with spirits from the other side.

A young girl had just moved into that town, the town where Prophotar Street was located. Her name was Liliana Knapp, and she was an eleven-year-old doll collector. And now, there she was,  pushing open the door of the shop.

"Hello, miss," a gravelly voice was heard from the other side of the shop.

"Hello," Liliana replied but did not look at the speaker, instead focusing on a shelf labeled, 'LIMITED EDITION! HALLOWEEN DOLLS."

"Look at this one," Liliana whispered under her breath, she picked up a doll that had been labeled 'Liliana the Pumpkin Doll.' The doll had orange skin, and a face carved like a jack o lantern, thick, black curly hair draped over her shoulders, and she wore a plain, black dress.

"I'll take this," Liliana carefully carried the doll over to the check-out counter and set her down.

A woman stood behind the counter, she had a look that said she might have once been beautiful. Her grizzled lavender hair was pulled back into a bun, and her skin, surprisingly unblemished, was wrinkled with age. "You know," the old woman's voice was cracked, "A doll with your name will always do your bidding."

Liliana wasn't really listening, she was too excited about her new doll. The only bit she heard was 'will always do your bidding.' Liliana paid and snatched the doll back, "Thank you!" She quickly left with her new doll.

It was a brisk, cold night as she walked home, yet as Liliana held the doll close heat seemed to radiate off of it. She was beginning to sweat in her large pink coat, as she was now feeling as if she was standing outside on a hot summer day.