An important meeting was approaching in which Mrs. Anaya would participate, and as was her custom, she went to the dressmaker to have her new dress made for her. On that occasion, he also brought his little daughter Magui. The girl was barely five years old, she was not very excited about the party, but being in that place gave her great pleasure, because there "princess dresses were made", there were hundreds of them hanging everywhere.
The charm did not last long, she had to endure hours on a wooden drawer, while they mediated here and there, tried fabrics, made adjustments, etc., that kind of thing that a girl does not want to do, and when she finished, they wanted her to wait for a couple more hours sitting motionless in an armchair while they did the same with her mother.
Of course there was no way that the girl would agree, and she went to browse around, despite the fact that there were huge "Do Not Touch" signs everywhere, the little girl ran her hands over everything she had to his step, because he didn't even know how to read. He even went as far as a warehouse, which seemed to be hidden on purpose, behind hundreds of boxes and merchandise. Its size allowed him to pass between so many obstacles and discover the curtains that covered the door. A large number of signs prohibited the passage, but to the girl they meant nothing.
Inside he found dozens of mannequins of various sizes, with dresses as beautiful as he had ever seen, one of them in particular caught his attention, since it was his size, and he was wearing a beautiful outfit that could easily fit.
Again huge signs asked "Do not touch" to the mannequins, but the girl could not do anything but ignore them and follow their impulses, she put her fingers on that beautiful fabric of vibrant colors, which was more soft than her own hands. The beauty was not limited to the dress, the mannequin also looked very good, it looked like a girl just like her, only something immobile.
Magui could not resist curiosity, and took her hand, at that moment the eyes of the mannequin shone, and a black smoke came out of its interior, directly towards the girl's mouth, there was no occasion to scream ... Magui's body left quickly hardening, in a few moments, the terrible was done; there was Magui, motionless in a corner of the cellar, a new mannequin for the collection.
They searched for her for days, months, until they couldn't take it anymore. Although the owner knew the terrible magic that was hidden inside the mannequins, she was afraid to enter the cellar and see that they already had one more member.
