Chapter 1: The Unsettling Discovery
Emma had always loved dolls. As a child, she collected them meticulously, arranging them neatly on the wooden shelves that lined her bedroom walls. Each one had a unique charm—porcelain faces with delicate features, glassy eyes that sparkled in the light. To her, they were silent companions, watching over her as she slept.
But something changed when she moved into her grandmother’s house. The dolls, inherited along with the old Victorian estate, felt different—too lifelike, too watchful.
One night, as she turned off the lights, she swore she saw movement. A tiny flicker, like a blink. She brushed it off as exhaustion, but the feeling lingered.
Chapter 2: The First Proof
Determined to ease her mind, Emma set up her phone to record while she slept. The next morning, she hesitated before pressing play.
The footage was normal at first—just a quiet room, the dim glow of moonlight casting eerie shadows. Then, at exactly 3:07 AM, one of the dolls shifted. Its eyes, previously wide open, closed. A minute later, they snapped open again.
Emma dropped her phone, heart pounding. Dolls weren’t supposed to move.
Chapter 3: Whispers in the Dark
Over the following nights, the activity intensified. She heard faint whispers in the darkness, words she couldn’t quite make out. The dolls would be in different positions each morning, their tiny hands reaching just a little farther than before.
She locked them in her closet, stuffing towels beneath the door to block them out. But the whispers continued, growing louder, more insistent.
One night, she awoke to a sharp scratching at the closet door. A slow, deliberate sound. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.
Her breath caught in her throat as she realized—it was coming from the inside.
Chapter 4: The Escape Plan
Emma decided she had to get rid of them. At dawn, she gathered every doll, shoving them into a black garbage bag. She drove out to a secluded field and burned them, watching as the flames consumed their painted faces.
Relief washed over her—until she returned home.
There, on the highest shelf, sat a single doll. Unburned. Waiting.
Chapter 5: The Final Night
That night, Emma slept with the lights on, refusing to close her eyes. But exhaustion won.
At exactly 3:07 AM, she felt tiny, cold fingers brush against her cheek.
She never woke up again.
Mark Richards is the creative mind behind Classica FM, a podcast platform that brings stories, knowledge, and inspiration to listeners of all ages. With a passion for storytelling and a love for diverse topics, he curates engaging content—from kids’ tales to thought-provoking discussions for young adults.
