I always knew my grandmother's old house was haunted. I could feel it in my bones, the chill that ran down my spine every time I walked through the door. But it wasn't until I discovered the old doll in the attic that I realized just how true my fears were.
It was a porcelain doll, with cracked skin and faded blue eyes. An eerie smile was painted on her face, and her hair was tangled and unkempt. As soon as I picked her up, I knew something was wrong.
There was a strange energy emanating from the doll, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. That night, I couldn't sleep. Every creak of the old house made my heart race, and I felt as though something was creeping closer and closer towards me.
When I finally drifted off, I dreamed of the doll. She was alive, walking towards me with her hollow eyes fixed on mine. In the morning, I tried to convince my grandmother to get rid of the doll.
But she just laughed at me, saying that I was being silly. "The old house has a few quirks," she said, "but it's nothing to be afraid of." Over the next few days, I tried to ignore the doll. But every time I walked past her, she seemed to be staring right at me.
And then, one night, I woke up and saw her standing at the foot of my bed. Her eyes were glowing in the darkness, and her mouth was moving soundlessly.
I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I was paralyzed, unable to move or even breathe. And then, suddenly, the doll was gone. I was left shaking and trembling, clutching at the sheets and praying that it was all just a nightmare.
The next day, I went back up to the attic. The doll was still there, in the same spot where I'd left her. But now, there was a strange symbol etched onto her forehead. It looked like some sort of ancient rune, one I'd never seen before.
I tried to scrub it away, but the symbol wouldn't budge. And then, suddenly, the doll began to move. Her porcelain limbs creaked and groaned as she twisted her head towards me. And in a voice that sounded like it belonged to the depths of hell, she spoke.
"And I'll haunt you until the end of your days." I tried to run, but the doll was faster. She seemed to be everywhere at once, her ghostly laughter echoing through the old house.
And every time I thought I'd finally escaped her, she would appear again, grinning that eerie smile and whispering my name. In the end, I had no choice but to leave. My grandmother thought I was crazy, but I knew the truth.
The haunted doll was still there, waiting for her next victim. And I could still feel her eyes on me, even from miles away.