From Back Cover:
Make Believe Terror
Jessica liked to play make believe in the old abandoned stone mansion. She liked to pretend that the beautiful golden haired woman in the portrait was her mother. And that the big dollhouse she had found upstairs was hers, along with the family of dolls who lived there. Sometimes she was sure the dolls moved all by themselves. Sometimes she even heard them whisper to her. Only instead of calling her Jessica, they always called her Annabelle.
Life Like Horror
Annabelle had come back to them. The dolls had lived for so long by themselves. With no one to dust them off, play with them or love them. But now Annabelle had come back. And everything would be just like it was before. Only this time, they would never let anyone hurt Annabelle. And anyone who tried would soon discover that pretty dollies can have very ugly tempers.
Make Believe Terror
Jessica liked to play make believe in the old abandoned stone mansion. She liked to pretend that the beautiful golden haired woman in the portrait was her mother. And that the big dollhouse she had found upstairs was hers, along with the family of dolls who lived there. Sometimes she was sure the dolls moved all by themselves. Sometimes she even heard them whisper to her. Only instead of calling her Jessica, they always called her Annabelle.
Life Like Horror
Annabelle had come back to them. The dolls had lived for so long by themselves. With no one to dust them off, play with them or love them. But now Annabelle had come back. And everything would be just like it was before. Only this time, they would never let anyone hurt Annabelle. And anyone who tried would soon discover that pretty dollies can have very ugly tempers.
