As the clock chimed 12 on Halloween night, the once lifeless doll in Barbara Gordon's hands suddenly stirred. It's glassy eyes seemed to flicker with a new, unsettling awareness.

Barbara's eyes widen in surprise as the doll, previously motionless, began to shift and moved in a way no doll should. Its limbs, once limp, now moved with an eerie sense of purpose.

"This... This can't be happening," Barbara whispers, her voice a mix of astonishment and disbelief.

The doll's head turned towards Barbara, its porcelain features unchanging but somehow more disturbingly alive. It tilted its head, studying her with an expressionless yet almost calculating gaze.

Barbara swallowed, her heart beating faster, a chill running down her spine. She had heard of haunted dolls from stories but never in her wildest dreams expected it to happen to her.