St. Patrick's Day Warning!

We should have seen it coming.

Every year, March 17th rolls around and the leprechauns get bold. They tip over pints, hide your keys, turn your milk green. Harmless stuff, really. Annoying, but harmless.

This year, they found the dolls.

We're not entirely sure how it happened. One moment the workshop was quiet — the way it always is, that particular kind of quiet that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up — and the next, something had shifted. A doll had moved. A music box no one touched was playing. And somewhere in the back, we're almost certain we heard laughing.

The thing about leprechauns is that they love mischief. The thing about our dolls is that they are mischief. Deeply unsettling mischief that has been waiting very patiently on a shelf for exactly the right moment to cause problems.

Turns out, St. Patrick's Day is that moment.

We don't know what was agreed upon between the leprechauns and the dolls. We don't know what was promised, or traded, or whispered in whatever language old curses and older magic share. What we do know is that the energy in the workshop today is different. The dolls are smiling a little wider than usual. The shadows are sitting at strange angles. And every time we turn around, we'd swear something has moved — just slightly — from where we left it.

Our best advice? Keep your gold close today. Salt your doorways if you have them. And if you own one of our dolls, maybe — just maybe — don't leave her alone in a room with a four-leaf clover.

We'll be back to normal tomorrow.

Probably.