I inherited the old porcelain doll from my grandmother, a beautiful but unsettling figure with glassy eyes that seemed to follow me. At first, I thought it was just my imagination when I noticed the doll in a different position than where I’d left it. But soon, it became impossible to ignore the doll moved when I wasn’t watching, sometimes appearing closer to my bed or staring out the window.
One night, I woke to find the doll sitting upright on the floor, its head tilted as if listening. The room was freezing cold, and faint whispers filled the air. I tried to throw the doll away, but it always returned, waiting patiently. I’m terrified of what it wants and what it might do if I ever stop watching. Because when I’m not looking, it’s alive and it’s coming for me. Shutdown123