Creepy Dolls

In my room are three dolls.
One tall,
Two short.
The short ones
have soft blonde hair.
The tall one is fancy.
It rests with a smile
unlike the somber twins.
A long time ago,
they were put into storage
and never taken out,
until an old granny died
and they were set
on the dusty shelves of Goodwill,
overlooking the cracked and ***** dolls
just like them.
I picked them up because
I know how it feels
to not be wanted.
People call them creepy,
and haunted,
but I call them mine.
And now they have a home.