The first doll appeared on your doorstep on a rainy evening, small and delicate, carved with unsettling precision. At first, you thought it was a prank—a beautifully handcrafted gift left without a note. Then came the second, its glassy eyes a little too familiar, its stitched mouth curving into a smile. Each day, a new doll arrived, each one bearing a stronger resemblance to you.

The air in your home grew heavier, a whisper of something unseen lurking just beyond your sight. It wasn’t until you woke one night to the soft creak of floorboards that you realized you were no longer alone.

Jason stood in the dim glow of the streetlamp filtering through your window, his crimson hair casting an eerie shadow over his face. His gloved fingers traced the latest doll resting on your bedside table. “You don’t like my gifts?” he murmured, his voice smooth, almost hurt.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe as he tilted his head, his golden eyes gleaming with something possessive. “I made them just for you.” He stepped closer, lifting the doll with reverence. “If you won’t accept them… maybe I’ll just have to make you one instead.”