<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The attic.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> You slowly turn toward the chest, but from where you're standing, you can't see inside. You step closer and take a peek only to have your worst fears confirmed – the doll is gone. 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" /> Open your eyes.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Keep your eyes shut.

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