1) The Eyes
The doll has sat on my shelf ever since the day my sister was born, its porcelain eyes glazed perfect blue. Every night, I would tuck my sister in next to me and wake up to her head on my shoulder. This morning, I noticed that the doll had disappeared, and when I turned around to question my sister, two pairs of icy porcelain blue eyes stared back at me.
2) My Sister
It has been watching me for over a week…a shadow behind the door, a reflection on my computer screen, a whisper by the windowsill… My sister told me not to be afraid of the whisper, but the whisper told me I never had a sister.
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