I sat down one night and started a new tale from Tim Miller called DOLLHOUSE. This a creepy little tale of a depressed, lonely man named Ernie Lester. Ernie is a grown man who likes to play with dolls, only his dolls are not actually dolls. They are living, breathing women.

 

Drugging them to paralyze them he does everything from dressing thwm to propping them up at the dinner table.As time passes he goes out and brings new girls into his demented playground. He bathes, feeds, and uses them to decorate his Dollhouse. Never being enough, some die ,some just bore him so he sets out to find that 'perfect' one. As luck would have ot he believes he's found her. Her name is Jodi, he realizes he must have her no matter what. Will Jodi end up as one of Ernie's dolls? Or will Ernie make that one fatal mistake and ruin everything?

 

I'm still not sure why when I read one of his tales I want to vomit, yet touch myself at the same time. His stories are vile and disgusting all wrapped into one hell of a ride. Throughout the year and countless tales his writing progresses. From some of the other stories he has I think it's safe to say he's found his niche..If you dig those demented torture tales that completely grab you by the throat and case you to read with one hand over your mouth, then this is for you.Highly suggested. I'm looking forward to starting on another one.

 

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Tracy Crockett