As I made my way up the creaky stairs to the attic, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. The dusty windows barely let in any light, casting eerie shadows across the room. I took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to keep going, my heart pounding in my chest.
As I reached the top of the stairs, a cold draft made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I walked through the rows of old boxes and furniture, searching for the source of the whispers I had heard. Every step I took seemed to amplify the sound, causing goosebumps to form on my arms.
And then, I saw it. A small, tattered doll sat in the corner of the room, its eyes seemingly following me as I moved closer. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I reached out to pick it up, the whispers growing louder in my ears. As I held the doll in my hands, a feeling of dread washed over me, and I knew that I had stumbled upon something sinister hidden in the attic.
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