The dolls now occupied a large area of the attic, their glassy eyed stares seemed to pierce right through your soul. It sent a trail of goosebumps down Diana's back as she stared at what she now called "The Wall of Dolls." They were all aligned on shelves against this wall, cobwebs hung from the ceiling above. "I'm sure Cathy won't mind.... I mean, she must've considered moving the dolls before going through with all those home renovations." She walked down past them, their eyes seemed to follow her. "After all, there's so many of them and they'd be in the way...." Suddenly her fiance, Matthew, came into the room, startling Diana. "Damn it, Matt." She rolled her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her waist, "You scared the hell out of me.."
He chuckled, "Oh, did I?" He began kissing her neck, "I can make you feel something that will thrill you even more.." He smiled.
"Not now, Matt." She pushed him away, "I'm in the middle of organizing all these dolls.. If anything happens to them, Cathy will kill me. You know how anal she can be about her dolls.."
"Why does she need all those dolls anyway?" Matthew smirked as Diana went up to a doll and fixed its' dress.
"It's just a hobby she never grew out of, I guess.." She started walking towards the door that led back down to the now doll-less hallway. "Come on, we have appointments to go make." Matthew flicked off the light switch before following after Diana, but right after he did one of the dolls eyes radiated. "Huh.." He stopped and rubbed his eyes, "Eh, must be my eyes.. I didn't get much sleep last night.." He thought to himself and walked out of the attic, shutting the door tight behind him. He walked down the old wooden staircase, where Diana was waiting for him.
Catherine's away for the week, and her best friend Diana is house sitting. Diana becomes uncomfortable around the dolls and moves them to the attic while Cathy is away. "These dolls are creeping me out.." She tells her fiance when he comes over. But the dolls don't approve of any of this and they still want to play. It all starts out with the attic door creaking open one night and Diana dismisses the strange sounds as her imagination while her and her fiance cuddle in bed watching a movie. The next morning, they find the words "Come play with us" scribbled on the wall in red crayon. It looks like a child's handwriting. Diana assumes it's Matthew playing a prank on her and blames it on him, despite the fact he denies it.
Later on they find old pictures in a photo album of Catherine's grandmother standing in front of the house that now belongs to Catherine, and she's holding one of the dolls smiling. "Look," Diana points out, "That's Cathy's favorite doll, Little Johnny." The picture was old and falling apart, "Wow, this must've been taken back in the 40's.." She then noticed the old orphanage that stood behind the house on a hill that overlooked the mansion. "Wait, wasn't that the old orphanage that burned down in the 1960's?"
The dolls were being used to house the spirits of these dead children. What better object for a child to haunt then a toy? No wonder Catherine referred to them as "the children" and treated them as such.
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