HAUNTED DOLL

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As a child, you were always afraid of dolls, especially those with eyes that seemed to follow you wherever you went. So, when you inherited a porcelain doll from your great-aunt who had recently passed away, you were hesitant to keep it. But, feeling guilty for not wanting to keep the family heirloom, you placed it on your dresser and tried to forget about it.

 

That night, as you lay in bed, you heard a faint tapping sound coming from the dresser. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, thinking it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. But when you looked at the dresser, the doll was no longer in the same position you had left it in. It was now staring straight at you with a malicious grin on its face.

 

You tried to scream, but your voice was caught in your throat as the doll jumped off the dresser and started moving towards you. Its porcelain limbs creaked with each step, and its eyes seemed to glow in the dark.

 

The next day, you woke up, relieved that it had just been a nightmare. But as you walked downstairs, you noticed that the doll was sitting in a different spot than where you had left it the night before. This time, it was facing the door, as if waiting for someone to enter the room.

 

Days went by, and your parents still hadn't come home. You began to feel a sense of unease, and as the days went on, you noticed changes in yourself. Your skin started to pale, your eyes became sunken, and you began to feel a hunger that you couldn't satisfy.

 

As you walked through the town, you noticed that your friends were disappearing one by one. But, when you tried to ask others about it, they looked at you with confusion, as if your friends had never existed.

 

One night, you found yourself lost in the woods. You had no recollection of how you got there or why you were even there. As you stumbled through the darkness, you could feel yourself slowly becoming a monster, just like the doll that haunted you.

 

The last thing you remembered was the doll's malicious grin as it watched you from the dresser. And, as you fell to the ground, you knew that you would never escape its curse.

 

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