The gravity of musty stench punched me square in the throat. My reluctant eyeballs didn’t have a chance. The grounding forces of my senses pulled my eye line down to the middle shelf. There, swimming in a stale card board box were four sinister spinsters. Freaky, frigid , pasty ,stiff, lonely sisters. Unloved and abandoned . Vintage units with gawky eyes that gesticulate non stop. I imagine scores of small children hid under covers in the wee hours when dolls like these haunted bedroom shelves. Googling their eyes. Gazing. All. Night. Long.