Val chuckled as Charles admitted that he saw the doll in his nightmares. "Understandable. It sometimes seems that they want your soul, right?" She looked between two...whatever it was on one of the shelves and there was something reddish. She pulled at it and it sort of felt like hair. It indeed was hair- the hair of a doll. "Do you think that's the doll?" Val asked. "It looks like a red-haired doll to me."