Waking up from her daughter’s scream, Carrie’s mother dashed down the
hallway.The door to Carrie’s room was locked. She pounded, screamed, and
kicked at the door to open. Just 5 seconds later, the door unlocked. Her mother
burst in. Shocked of what she saw, tears ran down her face.
Blood was splattered everywhere. The white carpet was dark red. The blue
walls looked like a huge jar of red paint tipped over. The room was torn apart.
Everything was either tipped over, shredded to pieces, and of course, covered in
blood. She cautiously walked to where Carrie’s bed once stood tears streaming
down her face like a river within every step. Something caught her eye.
The purple dog was perched perfectly where Carrie’s bed once stood. Shaking,
she slowly picked up the toy. Small particles quickly fell to the blood stained floor.
Only then did she noticed that the dog wasn't stuffed with stuffing. It was stuffed
with the ashes of the kids who owned the purple the dog before Carrie had. A few
days later, a purple dog with a newly stitched paw was sitting in another thrift shop
window.
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