Hello, my name is Rachel, I am 12 years old.

Have you heard of Nightbright?

It was an old doll I used to play with...

It was a fluffy wolf with glowing stars,

and a cassete player inside it's torso.

I used to always joke about how it seemed possesed, and put

wheezer and greenday albums inside it's cassete player

because it made me feel rebellous... in control...

But one day I got into a freak car accedent, and my soul now

resides inside of that same doll, in attempt to escape this limiting form,

I mutilated my machanical plush body, to a point of no return...

I ripped my shirt in two, broke an ear,

and tore out my left eye. I now wait inside a cardboard box...

watching...

waiting...