It was a cloudy day in Autumn, the colours of fallen leaves all over was a beauty, birds singing and dancing, squirrels scurrying to find nuts to store and the butterflies painted the air in different colours as they joyfully flew around.
Deep within the quiet woods sat the cottage, bricks matching the colour of the leaves, flower all arranged in vases of varieties and blooming, where Betty lived with her mother and father. Surrounded by nothing but trees for miles.
Little Betty was loved and nurtured, what more could she possibly ask for. She had an old doll, a doll she always had with her no matter what, a doll which she named Lisa.
It had no eyes, just a darkened reminder of where they used to be, and an unusual smile carved on its face.
Little Betty never showed it to her parents, because she knew they wouldn't allow an old creepy doll.
Betty loved Lisa like a sister, she'd brush her hair and lay her on a crater, but that weird smile on Lisa's face made Betty so queer… her darkened eyes seemed to spy on Betty from a distance, but she didn't mind. She still loved Lisa all the time.
Nightfall fast approached and the cottage lit up from the inside with a warm colour. Outside, the lamp stood looming with moths hovering, crickets harmonizing to the calming sound of the wind. The kettle whistled noisily from the kitchen, the Poppy family's " where evil grows" streamed from an old stereo in the living room.