It has been so long since anyone stepped foot in this house. The dust has settled over everything since my father’s passing. He was always an avid collector of artifacts, but he was most obsessed with a specific doll. As I began the task of cleaning this massive estate, I moved through the grand halls and the silent bedrooms, eventually reaching the attic. Amidst the covered furniture and old relics, I found one spot that was perfectly clean. In the center of the room, bathed in a soft glow of light, sat a beautiful vintage doll. It looked untouched by time, without a single speck of dust. As I approached, I noticed something strange. It moved.