Lena loved collecting old dolls. One evening, she found a peculiar one at an antique shop—its face cracked, its eyes a deep, eerie blue. The shopkeeper warned her, "This doll listens."
Ignoring the warning, Lena took it home and placed it on her shelf. That night, as she lay in bed, she heard a whisper.
"Lena… I’m hungry."
Her heart pounded. She looked around. The doll sat still. "Just my imagination," she mumbled.
The next morning, she found her pet cat missing. A trail of tiny, bloody footprints led to the doll.
Terrified, she locked the doll in a box and threw it in the attic. But at midnight, the whispers returned.
"I’m still hungry, Lena."
Shaking, she opened her closet—and screamed. The doll sat there, smiling, its tiny hands stained red.
Lena ran. But the whispers followed. Her vision blurred as she collapsed.
The next day, a new doll appeared at the antique shop—its face cracked, its eyes a deep, eerie blue. And somewhere inside, a tiny voice whispered…
Fantasy World
"The Hungry Doll" 😰🪆
Lena loved collecting old dolls. One evening, she found a peculiar one at an antique shop—its face cracked, its eyes a deep, eerie blue. The shopkeeper warned her, "This doll listens."
Ignoring the warning, Lena took it home and placed it on her shelf. That night, as she lay in bed, she heard a whisper.
"Lena… I’m hungry."
Her heart pounded. She looked around. The doll sat still. "Just my imagination," she mumbled.
The next morning, she found her pet cat missing. A trail of tiny, bloody footprints led to the doll.
Terrified, she locked the doll in a box and threw it in the attic. But at midnight, the whispers returned.
"I’m still hungry, Lena."
Shaking, she opened her closet—and screamed. The doll sat there, smiling, its tiny hands stained red.
Lena ran. But the whispers followed. Her vision blurred as she collapsed.
The next day, a new doll appeared at the antique shop—its face cracked, its eyes a deep, eerie blue. And somewhere inside, a tiny voice whispered…
"I’m still hungry."
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