<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The doll is too close.
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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> You decide to blow out the candle, and for a moment, you're swallowed by the darkness of the attic. But then, to your horror, the candle flickers back to life. You try and try again to extinguish the flame, but it keeps lighting.
From behind you, you hear the high-pitched sound of a child's giggle, the jingle of bells, and tiny footsteps made by little porcelain feet. You're about to turn toward the footsteps when you see more writing etched into the wall. "DON'T LOOK" it reads. Immediately, you crumble into a ball and back yourself into a corner of the attic, keeping your eyes shut tight. The little footsteps get closer and closer and those bells on her dress keep jingling until you know that the doll is right in front of you.
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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Look.
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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Don't look.
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