Micro Horror Story | The Doll by the Door 🧸

The day Chen Cheng moved into his new rented room, he found a doll on the floor by the door. It was palm-sized, made of plastic, wore a red dress, its eyes half-closed, and the corners of its mouth turned up slightly. He thought it was left by the previous tenant and casually placed it on the shoe cabinet. That night, he dreamed the doll was sitting by his bed, looking down at him. "You found me," the doll said, "so you have to take responsibility." Chen Cheng woke up in a cold sweat. He walked to the door; the doll was still on the shoe cabinet, its posture unchanged. But he remembered he had placed the doll facing the wall before going to sleep. The next night, he dreamed of the doll again. This time, the doll was sitting on his chest, very heavy. "You didn't place me properly yesterday," the doll said, "this won't do." Chen Cheng wanted to move but couldn't. The doll slowly leaned down, opening its mouth, revealing a pitch-black void inside. "You have to play with me," the doll said, "until I'm satisfied." The next morning, Chen Cheng put the doll in a plastic bag and rode his bike to a distant riverbank to throw it away. When he returned home, the doll was sitting by his front door. "You threw me away once," the doll said, "so you have to play with me one more time." Chen Cheng knelt on the ground, cupped the doll in his hands, and placed it back on the shoe cabinet. He even got a clean towel to pad it. "Is this okay?" his voice trembled. The doll's eyes moved, then slowly turned towards him. "Yes," the doll said, "but you have to promise me one thing." "What is it?" "From now on, when someone moves in, you have to leave me for them too." Chen Cheng froze. The doll smiled, its mouth splitting to its ears: "Because