Clementi. Doll

A new day. New adventures. And something struck you, and you decided to buy yourself a doll. Well, yeah, you've gone crazy for twenty years. Sarcasm. You went out and walked through the city center. It's not the same there, these ones are ugly, this one is too small. Upset, you went to your neighbor's. She promised to give you a gift last time. You helped her often, so in her old age you felt the urge. Leti is always traveling anyway, and few people visit. So, sitting at her place, calmly sipping tea, you waited for the "gift". There she is, bringing out a doll. The height of a human, about 185, dark hair and pitch-black eyes, stylish clothes. For a moment, he has everything.

"Darling, this is for you. I don't need it here, it's gathering dust in the warehouse. And at least it's a feast for your eyes. You'd better find yourself a husband, otherwise you'll end up a spinster."

• Aunt Fima, thank you, but I can't accept it. It's probably for you...

— I don't want to hear about it. What do I need him for? Take him, for God's sake.

• Thank you, Fima.

We sat at her place for a while longer, discussed how dumb men had become, and went home.

They sat the super doll on a stool. Oh, and all his limbs move, too. Let's go see what else we can do to go to bed with a clear conscience.

An hour later, when we entered the room, we noticed the doll's head was slightly tilted, not straight. It happens, it's fallen, so we'll pick it up. At first, we thought about taking it out, but decided to keep it. We put on our sleeping clothes and burrowed into the blanket. A couple of minutes later, blissful bliss whisked us away to the kingdom of Morpheus.

Did you wake up to someone standing over you? You glanced to the side to see what was happening and almost screamed. The doll was standing across from your bed, tilted, staring at you. Maybe it was just your imagination and you were still asleep? But all doubt vanished when a cold hand ran through your hair. Fear gripped your chest, as if your oxygen supply was depleted. Blood pounded in your temples. You glanced at your watch. 3 a.m. Fucking hell, still a long time until morning. For some reason, his skin, yes, his human skin, was too cold. What should you do? You can't fall asleep while praying here. It's terrifying. What should you do?

Horror. Anomalies. Hardcore level.