The Whispering Doll
Zara’s grandmother gifted her an old porcelain doll on her
birthday. It had glassy blue eyes, a faded dress, and a slight smile
that made Zara uneasy.
"Keep her safe," Grandma said. "She’s special."
That night, as Zara was about to sleep, she heard a faint whisper.
"I like your room."
She sat up, heart pounding. The doll was still on the shelf,
unmoving.
Must be my imagination, she thought.
The next morning, the doll wasn’t on the shelf. It was on her
bedside table, facing her.
Zara’s hands trembled as she picked it up and placed it back. But
each morning, it moved closer.
One night, unable to sleep, she pretended to be asleep and waited.
Hours passed. Silence. Then…
Soft shuffling. A shadow moved in the dim light.
A whisper, closer this time.
"You can't ignore me forever."
Zara bolted up—only to see the doll sitting right nex
t to her pillow… smiling.