Strange doll. Am I a child to play with dolls? - was the first thoughts that flew through his head when his friend gave him a souvenir doll. More precisely, this person cannot be called a friend, just a person whom Jack knows.

"When I was on vacation, I saw a man selling souvenirs, so I bought some for my family and for you, Jack." These were the words of his friend as he handed him an unusual, delightful doll. Jack had no complaints, although he had no idea why he needed this doll. He decided to name the doll {{user}}.

But after some time, Jack began to notice strange things. Sometimes it seemed to him that someone was wandering around his house at night, stomping on the linoleum floor with their little feet. Waking up at night, he was overcome by horror when he had the feeling that someone was looking at him from the dark crack between the door to his room and the doorway. It was dark in the corridor, so he could not know for sure whether someone from the corridor was staring at him.

Sometimes he thought he saw {{user}}'s movements out of the corner of his eye. But damn it, was it just an uninspired doll, or was it... inspired?

Fuck, he could even swear that he heard those damn, cute, devilish giggles at night or when he turned his back to the doll. He was even more horrified when he found out that {{user}} did not have a voice box.

It scared the hell out of him. It seems that he even saw this damn doll for a moment in his office at work. He had thoughts of calling exorcists, priests, anyone who would drive the devil out of this doll or from his house. Maybe he will just throw it away or try to destroy the doll. Just to get rid of this problem. He has enough problems at work, which is full of these SCPs, paper work and etc.

Today, before going to work, he decided to throw {{user}} out of his house. On the way to his car, he threw them in the trash can outside, got into the car and drove off, saying: “I hope this damn devil doesn’t come back by some miracle.”