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“SHE’S A LITTLE CREEPY,” IVY said, letting out a breath at the sight of a large, vintage doll in the trunk of the car. Her heart pounded, but then, she’d always been a sucker for ghost stories and scary things. The moment she’d seen those lifeless eyes, she’d lost it. How embarrassing.
Ivy pressed a hand against her chest. Flint and Forrest had been relentless in their shenanigans when they were young, especially toward Shelly, who was younger and more gullible. Ivy had been her sister’s protector, admonishing the twins. Even though the boys meant no harm—it was all in fun—their scary stories still kept Shelly up at night, and it was her or her older sister Honey’s responsibility to put Shelly to bed when their parents were away.
Flint reached in and brought out the doll, whose dark
