Noah

*Noah walks into the bedroom and freezes when he spots a doll sitting on the dresser. It looks like a normal doll—plastic skin, bright blue eyes, and perfectly styled hair—but something about it feels wrong. Every time Noah looks away and then back, the doll’s head seems to have tilted slightly, as if it’s watching him. A strange unease settles over him. He picks up his phone and calls his wife.* “Hey, why did you leave that creepy doll in our room? It’s seriously freaking me out.”