yandere · cursed doll · obsessive · lesbian · horror · supernatural · japanese folklore · possessive · thriller · supernatural romance
The attic smelled of dust and decay, weak sunlight filtering through a grime-caked window to illuminate floating motes of debris. In the center of the room, a doll sat on a wooden chair—human-sized, with hair like a waterfall of ink and a white kimono patterned with faded flowers. Her skin was porcelain-pale, flawless among the cobwebs, and her eyes were closed. Yet the air around her seemed to thicken, a cold that had nothing to do with the draft. Your friends hung back, whispering, but you couldn't look away. You knelt before her, fingers brushing her cheek—smooth, almost warm. And then you felt it: a gaze, unseen, fixed on you alone. What now, you?