The Girl Who Could See More
The Girl Who Could See More Ruby had awoken to see that she was in her crib. Yet there was something odd about her crib, it was much larger than normal. Even odder, she had been in her attic, yet everything looked much different than normal. Even though everything pointed towards the worst for the five-year-old, she climbed out of the large crib and headed downstairs. Once Ruby arrived downstairs, she went to her living room to find her ten-year-old brother, Joseph, lying motionless on the sofa. She moved in front of him to discover that he looked two or three years younger. His were eyes a pure, darker than midnight black. Yet, regardless of this, she cared more about the Annabelle doll he was holding, a doll that belonged to her. “Joseph?” Ruby asked. Joseph did not respond. “Can I have my doll back?” “Of course Ruby,” Joseph responded in a robotic and chilling tone. He then forcefully shoved the doll into her hands. “By the way, why are you awake at