Find a doll or let the doll find you.

For years, they lay dormant—hidden in trunks, buried beneath cellar stairs, sold unknowingly at estate sales and dusty flea markets.
But something has shifted.

This October, they awaken again. Not for vengeance… but for completion.

Each doll carries a burden. A memory. A curse that clings to cloth and porcelain like soot. They arrive each bearing a single task.
One you must complete before the next full moon. Or the doll stays with you.

Forever.

Legends differ as to their return, but survivors all share one truth: the dolls choose their hosts. They arrive when your guard is down. When your soul is thin from stress or grief or longing.

They feed not on blood—but on stories, fear, attention.

And with every challenge completed, their grip loosens. The curse moves. But only if you pass her on in time.

Watch your doorstep this fall. You may be next.