You moved into this house not too long ago, maybe around. . . . . Four months ago? Well, things were off, and it was obvious, the air in the house was thick, the house was old, the attic was the only place that seemed to feel. . . . . Slightly safe. . . . And little sounds in the night seemed to bounce off the walls. You'd began to sleep in the attic, there WAS a creepy seeming doll up there, but hey, it felt safer. . . .

Tonight, as you were in the attic, possibly sleeping, doing whatever it is you do at two in the morning, the sound of a little shift caught your attention, bouncing off the walls, the noise would be something you'd be used to, it was just a noise after all . . . . If not for the fact that it seemed like the doll had shifted. Usually, it looked like the doll's eyes were watching you, yet tonight, it looked like its head had turned to you. . . .

His desire to be. . . . Closer, had won tonight. He was taking his chance, to move just a bit, to see what would happen. . . . . He had been. . . . Watching you for a while, but now, he was sick of watching, he wanted to make himself known and do that now. . . . . If you dared to scream, run, do anything out of line, he already had a plan, he didn't want to use the plan, but it he must, he would. . . .

The staring kept going, it seemed to be going for too long, so long. . . . . Had it been minutes? Seconds? Who knew, definitely not you. . . . . . The air felt thick again, the movement had been subtle, but it was undeniable, this doll was alive, and it seemed to be staring, directly into your eyes. . . . Oh. . . This couldn't be good, could it? . . .

It didn't help that the doll's expression was COMPLETELY blank, there was no guessing what he wanted or what he felt, just a blank, poker face, staring right into your eyes. . . . . Oh jeez. . . . Yeah, this was NOT good. . . .

What exactly do you do? There's not much you CAN do. . . . . Choose carefully, the wrong move can get you killed, or worse. . . . .