*The Haunted Doll of Willow Creek.*
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It was a chilly Halloween night in Willow Creek, a small town known for its eerie silence after dark. Lucy, a curious 12-year-old, wandered into the old antique shop at the end of her street. The owner, a frail old woman with piercing eyes, smiled at her as she entered. The shop was filled with strange artifacts, but one object immediately caught Lucy’s attention—a dusty, porcelain doll sitting alone on a shelf.

The doll’s eyes seemed too real, almost as if they were following her. Its dress, once a bright white, was now stained with age, and its face had a cracked, unsettling smile.

"That doll has a history," the old woman whispered, appearing behind Lucy. "It belonged to a little girl who disappeared many years ago... on Halloween night. Since then, strange things happen to whoever owns it." Lucy, fascinated and a bit unnerved, decided to buy the doll, dismissing the old woman's warnings as just a spooky story.

That night, as she sat in her room, the doll on her shelf, Lucy couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone. The house creaked, and the wind howled, but it was the faint sound of footsteps in the hallway that made her blood run cold. She was home alone.

"Mom? Dad?" she called out, her voice trembling. No response.

Suddenly, she heard a soft giggle, like that of a little girl. Her heart pounded in her chest. She turned slowly towards the doll. Its head, once facing forward, was now slightly tilted, staring directly at her. Lucy’s breath caught in her throat. Had she moved it? No, she was sure the doll was facing forward when she placed it there.

The giggle came again, this time louder, closer. Lucy scrambled to her feet and backed toward the door, her eyes fixed on the doll. As she reached for the handle, the doll’s mouth opened slowly, and in a voice that sounded like a mix of a child’s and something much darker, it whispered, "Let’s play."

The lights flickered and then went out completely, plunging the room into darkness. In the pitch black, Lucy felt a small hand touch her arm.

She screamed.

The next morning, the neighbors found Lucy’s house abandoned. The only trace of her was the old, cracked doll sitting in her room, its eerie smile wider than ever before.

To this day, no one knows what happened to Lucy, but on Halloween night, some say they still hear her terrified screams echoing through the streets of Willow Creek.
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