It's almost 11:30, and I've been up since 5. I'm tired, and I want to go to sleep, but I can't. So I'm writing. But this entry will be really, really short. 

We went to destroy the body about 2 hours ago. I was a bit scared, I'll admit it, but we didn't really have much of an encounter this time. 

A flight of stairs led from one pantry from the kitchen and into the basement. It was dark and creepy and there were mice. Also, it stunk like a cesspool. It took a lot not to vomit. Madeline had clutched onto me for the entire time we were down there, and I don't really blame her. 

We had brought lighter fluid and matches. Our original plan was to find the body, douse it with lighter fluid, and light it on fire and flee. It didn't exactly work that way, however. 

For one thing, the basement was filled with dolls. Tons and tons of dolls. Or so we thought until we realized they were decaying. They were babies, lots of babies, dressed up and, well, dolled up so they looked fake. And that's not even all of it. Further in, we found out why there weren't any children in the room above. They were down here. I don't know why, or who would do this, because I don't want to know. 

We found the coffin surrounded by more of these "dolls", so we had to push them aside to get to the girl. And believe me, through this whole career, nothing was as bad as this. Some just fell to the floor, some crumbled to dust, some lost limbs, and one-a boy-his head FELL OFF. This had changed my view on dolls forever, and I can never look at them the same way again. 

The girl was dressed like how I saw her, all pretty in satin and lace. But like her ghost, it was stained and falling apart. 

She was also nothing but bones that disintegrated once I poured the lighter fluid on her. Madeline lit the match, and this is where everything went wrong. 

A part of timber that was near the girl caught on fire, and the flames quickly spread. Soon, we were trapped in a burning room. And to make things worse, the girl, joined by the man in the nursery, decided to make a visit. 

"So, so gullible," she whispered. "Aren't they?" 

The man nodded. "Oh, this is so much more fun. Watch them suffer and burn. Better than a quick death by bullet." 

"You tricked us," Madeline had snapped. "You tricked us so you could have entertainment...so we could die. But you're going to die, too, because you'll both burn!" 

"How can we die when we're already dead?" the girl asked tauntingly. "How can we not refuse such form of entertainment while our bodies are destroyed?" 

"You'll disappear from existence," I said quietly. "And this fire won't spread. It's too damp." 

At this, I had grabbed a cloth-it was a dress from one of the dolls, but I didn't have time to be picky-and ran between flames. I had grabbed Madeline and pulled her along. We just ran, ran until we were outside. And while we ran, we heard the girl screaming, and when we were outside we watched as the house was slowly engulfed in flames-so much for my theory of the fire not spreading-and that was it. 

We were done. It was one of the hardest jobs we ever had to do, but it was done, and we were both alive.

THE END.