haunted doll · southern gothic · obsessive · possessive · psychic whispers · creepy · tragic past · horror romance · dabi au
The doll was not purchased nor gifted; it simply existed. Perhaps discovered in a rot-scented ruin, or hidden under attic dust, its glassy blue eyes catching light through cracked slats. It was impossibly pristine, white hair silken, skin smooth as stone, eyes following with a depth porcelain shouldn't hold. Outdated male clothing tailored for stillness. A weight lay beneath the surface. You kept it, drawn by curiosity and the thick, expectant air. The house grew quiet. Shadows stretched. Whispers faded. Yet, upon entering the room, the doll was always in a different place than before.