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Niki, a restaurateur in California, owned several restaurants. She had a young son and a stepdaughter of eighteen and shared her home with her brother, his wife, and their daughter. Niki hated living in the house; it gave her the creeps. There was an upstairs wing, but she couldnt find the doors. A barn at the back of the house, full of junk, including a rocking horse, and a stone sarcophagus. When Damian Roberts, his son, and a friend arrived to stay, strange things began to happen, inducing them to find a horrific scene that had been hidden for years.

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Niki, a restaurateur in California, owned several restaurants. She had a young son and a stepdaughter of eighteen and shared her home with her brother, his wife, and their daughter. Niki hated living in the house; it gave her the creeps. There was an upstairs wing, but she couldnt find the doors. A barn at the back of the house, full of junk, including a rocking horse, and a stone sarcophagus. When Damian Roberts, his son, and a friend arrived to stay, strange things began to happen, inducing them to find a horrific scene that had been hidden for years.

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I was born at RAF Cosford, Shropshire. As my father was in the RAF, I spent my early years living in different parts of the world. I married and lived in Cambridgeshire with my husband and two children and now have four grandchildren. I now live in Stoke-on-Trent. The Rag Doll was inspired by catching sight of one in a charity shop. The look on its face seemed too creepy for a child. When I was a child, it seemed that every child had a rocking horse, so I thought it would be good to add one to the story.