As the door opened by itself, making the sound of screeching. Alma trespassing into a strange room filled with old ugly, creepy dolls. Then seeing the doll of herself in the center room. Desperate to get it, walking towards the doll and nearly touching it. Something interrupts her moment. An old dusty doll riding his tricycle, as Alma makes it comfortable to ride around. It then rides straight to the open door, but the door just closes by itself. The old dusty doll was still trying to escape. To Alma it seems as it was desperate to get out. The word of “Strange” was in her head repeating. Looking back at the doll it was gone! It was like the doll was alive, giving Alma clues to follow her. She then saw the doll in the middle of the other old dusty dolls. She climbed the old chair, she reached out to the doll that looked exactly like her. But she wasn’t tall enough, she took one step on the shelves and took a second chance.