Dolly House
It began with a text from a stranger. It ended in a nightmare of mannequined women, synthetic voices, and a serial killer who didn’t want victims, He wanted toys.
And the game isn’t over.
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Wearing The Dead
I stared into the mirror and didn’t recognize the face. He said it was mine.
But there were no scars. No stitches.
Just smooth skin… and a terrifying realization. He hadn’t saved me—he’d made me.