Midnight Monkey’s Drum

A doll won’t stay quiet at night

I received a monkey doll as a birthday gift.

It had a cute expression, a small, fluffy body, and the way it played its little drum was oddly charming.

But one day, I began to feel as though someone was watching me. At first, I dismissed it as exhaustion.

Still, the sensation only grew stronger and heavier, until it settled over me like a shadow.

I didn’t know why, and not knowing made it worse. Fear quietly took root.

Then one night, long after midnight, I heard it.

Thud… thud…

The steady sound of a drum.

Groggy and confused, I opened my eyes, thinking someone nearby must be playing music at such a strange hour. And that was when I saw it.

The monkey doll.

Its eyes were wide open, fixed on me.

Staring.

Then it spoke.

“It’s your turn now.”

In that instant, my consciousness faded.

When I came to, everything had changed.

I was the doll.

I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I tried to move, but I couldn’t so much as twitch a strand of fur.

I was trapped inside a small, silent body that no longer belonged to me.

Oh… to become a doll is a fate worse than death. If only someone else could take my place…

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🐰 If someone gives you a doll, be careful. It might be cursed.