The Silent Doll

In an antique shop, Sarah discovered a weathered doll with empty, soulless eyes. As she examined it, a frail voice whispered, “Play with me.”

Startled, Sarah spun around, but no one was there. She cautiously placed the doll back on the shelf and continued browsing. Again, the voice beckoned, “Play with me, Sarah.”

A shiver ran down her spine. She couldn’t resist its eerie charm and took the doll home. That night, while she slept, she heard the voice again, now right beside her, “Play with me.”

The doll moved on its own, its porcelain fingers caressing her cheek. Sarah tried to scream, but no sound escaped her lips.

“Forever,” it whispered, as darkness enveloped her. The doll’s eyes glinted with malevolent glee, its vow fulfilled.