"The Doll" By Prekshya Maharjan

Clara moved into an old Victorian house, filled with excitement but also unease. One rainy afternoon, while exploring a dusty closet, she stumbled upon a vintage doll. It was charming but had a strange, unsettling smile that made her feel a subtle tension. At first, Clara admired the doll and placed it on a shelf in her bedroom. But soon, odd things began to happen. The next morning, she found the doll sitting on her bed, even though she had left it on the shelf. She brushed it off as her imagination.

As the days went by, the doll started appearing in different rooms—on the kitchen table, in the hallway, and even on the stairs. At night, she began to hear soft giggles and whispers that seemed to echo through the house. “Who’s there?” Clara would call, but there was only silence. Her fear grew, and she began to isolate herself, spending all her time alone with the doll. It became her only companion as she struggled to understand what was happening.

One evening, with deep desperation, Clara demanded, "What do you want from me?" She felt a strange energy in the room. In a moment of panic, Clara grabbed the doll and rushed to the basement, convinced she needed to hide it. The basement was dark and musty, filled with forgotten memories. She found an old trunk and tossed the doll inside, slamming the cover shut. 

But as she turned to leave, she heard soft giggles coming from inside. Clara realized the doll was a reflection of her unraveling mind. She fled, desperate to escape the haunting laughter that would follow her forever.