Gemotions

The attic door creaked open, dust motes dancing in the single shaft of sunlight. Amelia surveyed the space, her lips twisting slightly as she took in the scene. A chipped porcelain doll lay discarded in a corner, its painted eyes staring blankly at the rafters. Perfect.

She grabbed the doll, letting it dangle from her fingers. The previous owners, the "Kindly" Smiths, had left this. Now, they were in for a surprise. A very unpleasant one.

A note, scrawled in her own hand, was soon taped to the doll's back, a message for the Smiths, should they ever return. She found a sharpie and wrote, “Remember me?”