Official Details

Date of Death: Unknown

Chipboard poem

With dollie in tow and nowhere to go,
She waits for you under your bed.
The fear she instills, gives you the chills.
Being Lost is what we most dread

Death Certificate

Not a name or a home,
She wanders alone.
Cold as the arrival of the winter’s first frost,
We feel her inside,
And know we can’t hide.
She is the creature only known as The Lost.

 

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