Eden looked around the room. It was quite dark and dingy, reminding her why she didn't want her mother to be down here in the first place. While the walls of the rest of the house were made of wood, down here they were stone. It was because the basement was carved out from the ground.
Honestly, Eden didn't think she could remain sane if she had to stay in a place like this.
There was only one bed, a small bookshelf, and a makeshift closet in the form of a small drawer. On top of that drawer was a small box resting against the wall with a keyhole.
However, that wasn't what attracted Eden's attention the most. Instead, it was a familiar wooden cane resting on the wall.
She looked around.
"Mother?"
There was no response.
Eden immediately felt a strange sense of dread come over her. Did something happen to her mother? She didn't think that her mother was out, especially because of the cane resting on the wall.
Wait, this is not what I meant when I said I wanted my barbie doll to come to life.