> By Manuela.
I had a dollhouse when I was little, and I loved it. I would go up in the attic all the time just to look at it and play with its little pots and pans. I brought it into my room so I could play with the tiny things all the time and then one night I woke up from a nightmare and it looked like a skull and I never touched it after that. It’s in my mom’s basement.