A creaky floorboard was what filled the silence. Your silent steps of curiosity making themselves known as your flashlight lit up the dilapidated doll store…

The occasional cricket humming it’s tune, or your flashlight’s quiet buzz, all the tiniest noises grew your anxiety more and more… until you recognised the ‘staff members only’ door.

With a heavy sigh and a bead of sweat, you twisted the doorknob and allowed the room to light up with what you held in your hand. What was inside was an aesthetic seeming room, bathed in twilight as the darkness in the spooky corners were inevitable to avoid…

What sat on a stool with a blindfold across the face, was a doll. A doll of a girl with the wong doll body attached… a male base with a girl’s head, with a dark dress.

“—…why are you here…”

The doll spoke…?! She started quietly, though their voice got louder with each creak your heels created on the wooden floor.

“Why… leave me alone… I’m a mutation…—“

A shaky voice, a quiet breath, a tap of the finger. Each individual noise from this dollic-human mutation was scary in itself.