Doll house

When I was 6 my mom bought me a doll house.It wasn't exactly big but it had enough room to hold the 3 dolls inside of it.

I shortly grew to love the dolls and even named them.Short and red headed Mary.
Tall and blond Sarah and one one armed Sally.

Now that I think about it I should have gotten rid of Sally immediately.You see I was a bit of a perfectionist freak, however, the somewhat pitiful look on Sallys face stopped me from trashing her on the spot.

One night I was watching spongebob  with my brother Carlos.Carlos hatred dolls and I knew once he saw my doll house he would be merciless towards my little  friends inside of it.

Carlos said he had to pee and walked down the hall to the bathroom.I pulled out my doll house from under my bed.All I remember was screaming "Carlos where is my doll!".He came out with a confused look on his face " what are you talking about?"

I pushed him into the slightly open bathroom door.He landed with a thud and began to cry.Before I could tell him to shut up our parents came out of their room and gave us both a stern look.

I stomped my way into my room, closed my door,grabbed my doll house  and  went to take out out Sarah and Mary.At that moment I froze and almost screamed.

There Sally lay underneath the toy bed  with only her head visible.she was looking right at me,smiling, but before I could do anything else a thought hit me.what happened to the other two  as I began to look inside the doll house,not 20 seconds in I saw them.

They where knocking against the other side of the dollar house with ropes that had be made into nooses around their necks.I screamed and threw Sally at the wall across from me.

My parents ran in and asked what was wrong.I showed them the dolls and the ropes.They where shocked and took the doll house out of my room and put the whole set in our attic.

They dominated  the doll house to our local good will the next morning  and that was that.

For them at least.I did some research on the doll house a week later and found out that the doll house belonged to a young girl from New Jersey  in 1995 named Ashley right.

Ashley right had a severe birth defect that left her with only one arm.She removed the arm of the doll I used to call "Sally"  to look more like her and carried it with her every day.

Turns out she was bullied relentlessly for her defect and one day things got out of hand.there where two girls that hated her the most.Brittany sue and Tammy garner.

They ambushed her after school and strangled her with her own belts before finding where she lived and putting the doll on her door step.

her parents never told anyone about the one armed doll and placed it in her daughter's room.In 1998 they donated the doll house and the dolls,to a near by thrift store.

I can only imagine that the doll house was moved from store to store because they believed they would eventually get a few bucks for it.

It's been 15 years since then and from time to time I go to the good will to buy some clothes and such and there,on the far side of the last shelf of the store sits the doll house.

Sally looking out of the window.with a friendly smile on her face.

Sarah and Mary looking downwards towards Sally position.standing side by side. With frightened faces.