Video - Whispers in the Dark: The Haunting of Grandmother's Doll

The night was still, save for the whispering wind rattling the old farmhouse. Elena cradled Grandmother's doll, its glass eyes gleaming like moonlit tombstones. She swore she heard it murmur her name. Suddenly, the doll's head jerked, lips parting into a malevolent grin. “Playtime, Elena,” it hissed, voice rasping like dry leaves. Her heart pounded as the tiny porcelain fingers tightened around her wrist, cold and unyielding. The room darkened, shadows stretching like sinister claws. Elena's scream caught in her throat as the doll's eyes rolled back, revealing endless voids. “Forever,” it whispered, and the darkness swallowed her whole.