ھەمبەھىرلەنگەن ئاۋاز

A doll. But not just any doll. This one was unlike anything he had ever seen. There was a strange, unsettling stillness on its face. Its eyes were deep — almost too deep — as if they were watching everything around them. The doll wore an old-fashioned dark red dress, and had long, jet-black hair that fell just to the base of its neck. Something about it pulled at him. He bought it immediately.