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You seek shelter in an ornate trailer wagon behind Madame Endora. The door to the trailer is locked, so you try using the golden key that you received from the fortune teller. You turn the key in the lock and the door creaks open. As soon as you step inside the darkened trailer, a strange chill comes over you and you suddenly get the sensation that you are not alone in the small room. You hear faint whispers surrounding you. You light a candle, and as your eyes slowly grow accustomed to the dim light, you begin to notice dozens of strange porcelain dolls lining the shelves of the trailer.
Their eyes follow you as you move. No two are the same. Crackled porcelain faces painted with harlequin designs peer out from amidst more innocent-looking dolls with somber gazes. An antique desk holds a large book that contains occult symbols and strange diagrams on its ancient yellowed pages. Again, the whispers begin. You reach to pick up one of the dolls- a sad-looking little girl in a scarlet dress- but before you touch her, a tear forms in her eye and her lips curl up in a smile, exposing a row of pointed teeth. You quickly draw your hand back, now noticing that sinister grins are forming on the faces of the other dolls as well. The whispers begin to form faint words... 'Stay with us...' Ignoring their bone-chilling pleas, you slowly back away.