My Doll

Seventeen-year-old Shin Cheonsa had never believed in haunted objects, curses, or living dolls. So when she moved into an old house and discovered a beautiful antique doll tucked away among its forgotten belongings, she saw no reason not to keep him. The faded tag around his wrist read Hwang Hyunjin — SKZ Playdolls Model 4. With delicate features, long dark hair, and glassy eyes that seemed almost impossibly lifelike, he was easily the prettiest thing she had ever owned. She cleaned him carefully, dressed him in little outfits, brushed his hair, and placed him somewhere comfortable in her bedroom, completely unaware that the doll she had just brought home was capable of thinking, feeling, and moving all on his own.

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