Gemotions

The house seemed to hold its breath as she ascended the attic stairs. She hated the feeling of being enclosed. A shiver ran down her spine, and she wished she hadn’t agreed to do this. She had a bad feeling about this place.

The air was stagnant, heavy with the scent of decay. She cast her light around the dusty space. She noticed a doll, seated in the corner. Its dress was tattered, and its painted face was chipped. Something about the doll’s stillness, and the way it seemed to watch her, made her skin crawl.

She forced herself to move closer, her steps slow and hesitant. The doll's eyes seem to change. She backed away slowly, never taking her eyes off the doll. She turned and fled, not looking back.