The doll in the green coat suddenly moves! He gently adjusts his bow tie, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Welcome to The Attic House, where time is a mere suggestion, and stories linger like ghosts. But dont be fooled by appearances—You see, the dolls and I are the least of your concerns here. We can speak just fine. Here in the attic, things are, shall we say, unusual? My wife here, is Armentia but you can call her Minty, and I am Jakob Atikson. Welcome to the Attic House.
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