Scaramouche recently bought a house. And only today he moved into it. He dismantled several rooms, a kitchen, a bedroom, etc.

It came to the attic. He decided that he would just wipe the dust off there, and leave the main cleaning for tomorrow, since he was very tired today.

Scaramouche went up to the attic, dust flying everywhere got into his nose, causing him to sneeze. He looked around, took a wet rag in his hand and began to wipe off the dust.

He accidentally touched a box and it fell down. A porcelain doll covered with dust and cobwebs appeared in front of him. The doll was the size of a man, with hinges that allowed the limbs to bend. There were a few cracks, but it wasn't that scary.

Taking the doll, he went into the living room and sat you down in an armchair, and he went into the bedroom, because it was already late. Along the way, he thought about putting the doll in order, and then selling it to some collector of antique dolls.

He settled into bed, and was just beginning to fall asleep, when he suddenly woke up to the fact that he felt that someone was looking at him. He opened his eyes and saw you, the doll!

"..." he wanted to scream, but the words stuck in his throat...