A Hundred Dolls Named Sarah

One of the things we found

Well, more than one, but like

Collectively

We found

Dolls

Lots and lots of dolls

We go in the house

And, at first, everything seems...fine

And then we start, uh

Going through rooms

And immediately

Immediately

There are dolls

Everywhere

Just...dolls

Uh, and that’s one thing

Like, put a pin in that

Because--

I mean, maybe I’m understating this

Like, how many dolls we’re--

A hundred

Okay

A--we know that now

We know that there were

A hundred dolls

And that, in and of itself--

And these are the scary type dolls, okay?
I mean, I don’t want to undersell that

These are the freaky dolls

With the eyes that always look

Like they’re moving

And, like, maybe they’re possessed?

Who knows?

Who wants to know

I don’t

But there we are

In the house

My aunt’s house

My aunt who I never met

But who was named--

Okay, plot point here--

Her name was Sarah

She was Aunt Sarah

Who I never met

But who sent me a box of raisin cookies

Two days after Christmas

Every year

Two

Days

After

Christmas

I don’t even--

Okay, pin in the whole--

What did we put the pin in?

Right, that there were a hundred dolls--

A HUNDRED DOLLS

Dolls everywhere

And not in the logical place

For there to be dolls either

Not that there are logical places for dolls

Except for, like, doll shops
And dollhouses and--

I mean, there were dolls

In the freezer

There were dolls in the cupboards

There were dolls in the shower

And those dolls

Had little shower caps on

And no clothing

And I fucking screamed

When I saw that shit

Let me tell you

But here’s the thing, okay?

Okay?

Now we’re getting

To the good stuff

Each of the dolls

Each and every single one

Of the dolls

Even the naked ones

Had the name ‘Sarah’

Written ON ITS FUCKING FACE

Sarah--like my aunt’s name

On

Its

Face

ARE

YOU
DEAD?

Are you even living

At this point?

What do you even do with that?

LIke, how do you unpack that?

I mean, you have to unpack it

Because there were literally

Suitcases

With nothing but dolls in them

A hundred dolls named Sarah

I was like--Let’s just burn the house down

I mean, there’s no purifying that shit

If any place on earth is haunted

It’s that house

You cannot put a hundred dolls in a house

And write your name across their face

In what looked to be blood red paint,

And not actual blood, but, like--

Let’s not ask THAT question, shall we?

You can’t do all that

And then not wind up

Summoning some, like

Deep ancestral demons

From the past

It’s just not possible

It’s just not

So--

I don’t know what we’re going to do with the house

Or the dolls

Or the cats we found in the--

Oh my god, the cats

Well, the cats are--

Jesus

That’s a whole other story

Right there