alma Snow was slowly falling and gently landing on a dull, deserted town. An energetic, little girl called Alma was happily skipping and playfully hopping down an abandoned, eerie lane. Staring at a dusty chalkboard Alma wondered, “Why is this chalkboard here? I think I’ll write my name on it ”she decided picking up the chalk. Across the chalkboard in slanted writing, Alma wrote her name. SCREECH!!Went the chalk on the board. Suddenly, a strange doll that looked like Alma creaked up in the mouth-shaped window. Turning around, Alma glanced up and down the street. Peering into the window, Alma wiped it with her glove. A few moments later, Alma realised that the doll looked exactly like her. How did the doll look exactly like her? As flabbergasted as a flamingo Alma made her way to the door. Trying to open the door, Alma got frustrated. It was locked! Crossing her arms, Alma got annoyed. Turning away, Alma threw a snowball at the door. As sad as a turtle that fell over, Alma walked away dragging her hand along the wall. Suddenly, the door slowly opened and Alma rushed over and peered inside. Stepping inside, Alma looked around at all the dolls. A few seconds later, Alma realised her doll was on the table. Slowly, she cautiously approached it. Bumping into something, Alma looked down. It was a boy doll cycling quickly on a bicycle. An old fashioned little doll. Suddenly, after Alma had picked it up, he cycled to the door. Once she stepped back up, her doll was gone again! Glancing worriedly around, Alma saw her doll on a high shelf. Climbing up, Alma reached out to touch her doll. CRASH! Eyes looked around the shop. Alma was trapped in the doll! Click! Click! Click! Another doll rose. Now, standing in the shop window was a brown haired little doll ready to attack its next victim............. Caoimhe Lyons