The Haunting Doll
Once a child’s cherished friend, now a vessel for spirits to rend, it starts to move, as whispers fill the haunted groove.
The doll’s eyes shine with eerie light, moving in the dead of night, Silent steps across the floor, then are no more.
In the attic where shadows play, the haunted doll begins its sway, movements slight, pulling souls into the night.
The dawn brings light but not relief, as the doll’s curse brings only grief, Children’s laughter turned to cries, beneath the haunted doll’s eyes.
A family’s peace forever lost, to the spirit’s chilling cost, In the attic where shadows creep, the doll’s tale never sleeps.