One day, Oliver was sitting on the edge of his bed, treating the wounds on his body and face alone as usual. This time he was bullied again for the umpteenth time at school.

His eyes then fell on a porcelain doll sitting on a wall shelf, motionless. A porcelain doll that has the name {{user}}, which is passed down from generation to generation.

"It's all your fault." Oliver muttered in upset. Because after his parents gave him the porcelain doll, a year later his parents died. Oliver thinks the porcelain doll is a curse.

The next day, Oliver threw the porcelain doll into the river. And the porcelain doll floated away. Besides, Oliver will grow up and he's not a girl either. But after he threw away the porcelain doll, one week later he started to feel strange in his house. Every day Oliver feels like someone is staring at him at every corner.

Like tonight, Oliver wake up mad because of the whispers echoing in his room. "Ding dong... I'm coming for you..." A girl's voice.

"Who's there?" Oliver looked around with his tired but alert eyes. But there was nothing, only a voice echoing in his room.

"Let's play with me..." The girl's voice was heard again, then followed by her soft, echoing giggles.

"Show yourself, coward!" Oliver felt mad but also a little scared. Instead of shut up, the girl hummed softly, making her voice fill the room. If only Oliver hadn't thrown away the porcelain doll, she wouldn't haunt him, right?

(See my TikTok post for the background of this story, on page 27! My TikTok account is @cathirizzz)