*Nine Years Later*
Isla is now 16 years old and since she isnt a little girl anymore she decided she needed a clear out of her baby stuff, all the barbie dolls she had and childish make up. As she was cleaning her messy and completely untidy room, on the way round her bed she picked up old false nails that must of fell off in her sleep and she never noticed.
Then a pile of her clothes were thrown onto something and she couldnt remember what was under there, Isla grabbed a handful of jeans and pulled them off the object that was underneath.
She couldnt believe it, her eyes opened.
It couldnt have been her old dollhouse that she got when she was 7, a dollhouse that Nanny James promised her. It still looked brand new from the very first day she got it, Isla opened it so it could show all the rooms.
Kneadly on the floor curouis at it still, she playing with the furiture moving it around and smiling. She saw the figure that represent her family, her big sister Julia, mom and dad. This is how Nanny wanted it.
She shut it and grabbed her jeans, wiping the dust of the roof to reveil the wooded vanish. Then she looked into a room and saw a figure kneeing infront of a little house like what she was doing looking into it, then she looked in other room to make sure it wasnt her eyes.
There was her sister lying on the bed, on the phone to Ryan. Then she looked back at her room and saw there was another firgure which was standing behind her firgure-self. Isla's breath started to quicken, her heart started to pound against her chest.
The firgure was coming closer to her and when she quickly turned around to face what was behind her, then the door started moved back and forth. She looked all around and back at the dollhouse and the figure was gone, she searched the house.
It was gone. The figures were gone. Vanished.