Hush Little Martyr, Don't You Scream

Eighteen years ago, the Lull Lane dollmaker made ten families porcelain dolls as gifts to welcome their children into the world. But what these families didn’t know was that souls of the lullababies were poured into each one as they were created. Now, the Dollmaker is coming to collect.

One by one.

Ember
When a random doll shows up on our porch, I didn’t think much of it. I stashed him in my room and went on about my day. But then … strange things started to happen—things I hadn’t given a second thought to before. It only took me days to realize that the doll was possessed. He was creepy, hellbent on destroying my family, yet also seemed way too interested in me for my liking. I had to find out how to get him sent back to whatever plane of existence he came from before he killed us all.

Alastair
Hush little Martyr, don’t you scream. If you do, I’ll remove your spleen. Stay quiet so mommy and daddy don’t hear. Oh, you sweet, sweet girl, I can taste your fear.
Marcella and Fabian thought they’d gotten away with the unthinkable. Unfortunately for them, the Dollmaker doesn’t forget and neither do I. I’ll pick their entire family off one by one, starting with the wretched man of the house. But I’m going to have the most fun with Ember. I’ll play with her until I get bored, and then she’ll be gone too.

Maybe I’ll even make Daddy dearest watch.