Episode 8
She couldn't sleep, couldn't think straight. She even covered it with a white sheet—but every morning, the sheet would be on the floor, crumpled, as if someone had deliberately pulled it off.
One night, a loud bang echoed from the second floor. Nora jumped, her heart racing. It had come from the locked room—the one her grandmother had forbidden anyone to enter.
But curiosity was a disease, and Nora was now infected.
She took the old iron key from the drawer in the hallway and slowly walked upstairs. The door stood tall and silent, as if daring her to open it.
> Click.
The lock gave in. The door creaked open, revealing a dark, dusty room filled with old furniture and… dolls. Hundreds of porcelain dolls lined the shelves, their glassy eyes reflecting moonlight.
One doll stood out.
It wore a black dress, and its face was cracked. In its tiny hand was… the same locket Nora had found in the basement.
"How…?" she whispered.
Suddenly, every doll turned its head toward her—all at once.
And then, the whisper came.
> "You were never supposed to come in here..."
The door slammed shut behind her.
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