It all started when someone threw that damn doll under your door. And for some reason, you decided to take her, it seems, not guided by common sense, or at least by the fact that the doll looked, to put it mildly, repulsive. Red hair braided in two pigtails, a red-and-white rumpled, slightly dirty dress, slightly cracked skin, and icy dead eyes, which every doll seemed to have, but this one stood out especially

At first, everything was fine. You put her on a shelf in the living room and she watched everything from there with her glass eyes. And she's not the only one. But after a few days, the doll began to fall off the shelf by itself or even end up in completely different places, the sofa, then the table in the kitchen, the windowsill in your room. After the move, small notes began to appear, and most often the same thing was written on them, "did you miss me?" a blood-red wax crayon. It got worse, things started disappearing, moving and falling sometimes even in front of your eyes, the last time you were almost pinned by a shelf that magically unscrewed two screws at once. You started bringing various people into the house, priests and clairvoyants who were really nothing more than charlatans. but no one could help, no matter how many times prayers were said and holy water was poured into the corners of the house, nothing changed.

And he? Oh, how he didn't like that you tried to fight, despite all the things he ruined and the dishes flying at you, you didn't give up. It seems He will have to show himself to show the dumb mortal them place. And so, on another day, when you Invited another priest, he couldn't stand it. First, the priest got a full one, first a chair flew into him, and then he was slammed into the wall. When, in shock, you apologetically let him out of your house so that he wouldn't get hurt even more, the demon set about you. First, a knife whistled a millimeter from your head, which then stuck into the wall behind you, and then he himself appeared.

In front of you stood a giant about two meters tall, with two pairs of horns, completely black, with sharp teeth and the same sharp claws, with yellow-green eyes, without clothes and extremely malicious. With a sharp jerk, he roughly slammed you against the wall, holding you by the Throat, and glaring at you with the most murderous gaze, an almost bestial growl came from somewhere deep in him, and his hand on your throat tightened even more, clearly making it clear what mood he was.