The Doll That Blinked

I found her in the attic of my new house—an old porcelain doll, covered in dust.

She had cracked cheeks, faded dress, and eyes that seemed to follow me.

My friends laughed when I brought her downstairs. 'She's creepy—throw her out.'

But I felt bad. She looked... lonely. That night, I placed her on

the shelf in my bedroom. I woke up at 3 AM to a faint giggle. The doll was still

there... but her head had turned toward me. I blinked hard—must be dreaming.

The next morning, her eyes were closed. I swear they were open before. Days passed.

Little things: footsteps when I was alone, toys moving. One night, I set up my phone