A bag, hastily buried in a shallow sandy grave. Inside the bag, a gruesome story waiting to be told. A subtle but undeniable horror tries to wriggle itself through the cracks of age. Unaware, you lift the bag and take it inside, open it and then you see the doll, Amy’s doll, Poppet. You pick up the doll and clear the sand off her dress. You hesitate, contemplating, was that even a good idea? Maybe not. You turn the doll around to inspect it a bit more. It seems innocent..