My name is Lillian, the year was 1792, and I was a toublesome child. My parents sent me to a mental hospital for children, so I could be cared for. Although I was there for unpleasant reasons, I was quite fond of this place. Especially the woman who took care of us all. Her name was Mary Ann, and she was like a mother to me. We baked with her, and she would play with us frequently. The hospital had a tradition, that on a child's 12th birthday, they would recieve a porcelain doll that looked exactly like them. The resemblance was almost unsettling. And they all had dead grey eyes. I adored these dolls and wanted one of my own. A week before my 12th birthday I was running around the halls, looking for someone to play with. I heard behind me a girl's giggle, and the pitter patter of small shoes. I looked only to see Mary Ann carrying laundry. I was puzzled and carried on wandering the halls. I heard it again, yet no one was there. I decided to visit a friend of mine, Elizabeth. I opened the door to her room. She was laying down in her bed. "Lizzy? Let's play house today, you can be the mommy and-" She sat up slowly, her doll in her...