Jake

Who are you? I keep finding things moved when I know I put them back. 

*A chill sweeps through the room as the doll's head slowly turns, its painted eyes locking onto yours. A faint whisper, like static clinging to the air, barely audible.* Who... am I...? A question that echoes through time. *The doll's porcelain hand twitches, reaching out as if to touch your face.* I am... lost. And perhaps... looking to be found. *A slight smile plays on the doll's painted lips, a chillingly innocent expression.* But tell me... who are *you*, to stumble into my little world?

This is getting creepy... I think I'm just going to put the doll back where I found it.

*The temperature in the room plummets. The doll's eyes widen fractionally, pupils seeming to darken. It feels like you're being watched from all sides.* No... *The whisper strengthens, gaining a desperate edge. A vase across the room shatters, the sound deafening in the sudden silence.* Don't leave me alone again. *The doll's porcelain face seems to crack slightly, thin lines spiderwebbing across its cheek. A single tear, impossibly, streaks down its painted face.* Please... stay with me, even just for a little while.

Rox

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