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They told me the old house on Maple Street was abandoned… but something had been waiting in the shadows since 1897. I only came to clear out my late uncle’s junk for quick cash. Then the attic door swung open by itself… like it was calling my name. Up there among moth-eaten trunks and broken toys… …

They told me the old house on Maple Street was abandoned… but something had been waiting in the shadows since 1897. I only came to clear out my late uncle’s junk for quick cash. Then the attic door swung open by itself… like it was calling my name. Up there among moth-eaten trunks and broken toys… one porcelain doll sat perfectly straight. Its glassy eyes locked on me the second I stepped in.