At first glance, it seemed harmless. A classic porcelain doll, with delicate painted features and a dress of lace and faded velvet. It sat on the mantelpiece, an heirloom whose glassy eyes followed the shifting light of the room. But some objects are not just kept; they keep secrets of their own.
Soon, the quiet atmosphere of the house began to fray. A faint, rhythmic tapping would echo throug...
