Haunted House (Acciona)

As she entered the room, she couldn’t help but wonder what on earth might have caused that orb to hit the door. Surely a bird couldn’t have done that, so what had? She frowned, stepping in slowly, taking in every detail of the room around her. The small bodies with mismatched limbs made her deeply, deeply uncomfortable, but still it wasn’t enough to make her turn around. The voice in the back of her mind seemed to come from somewhere else, it seemed a strange thought to have. What exactly was she meant to fix? Did something here want her to put together a little doll of her own? No thanks. The thought of rummaging through the pile of limbs made her stomach twist, but she was curious about the puppets. What were they, and why were they here? She reached up and pulled the nearest puppet down, wanting to get a closer look.