Everyone, do you believe in dolls curses?

I didn't. Until that time.

This happened when I was in the fifth grade.

It was the summer holidays, and rather than going outside, I was just reading manga in my room.

Midday was nice and warm, so drowsiness snuck up on me, and I fell asleep.

I'm a dreamer, so, as usual, I had a dream. Even though it was a dream,

I remember everything that happened exactly. In the dream, I was standing at the top of the stairs

on the second floor. In my hand, I was holding a Korean doll with a rattling neck.

Suddenly I threw it from the second floor window, and it broke. When I saw the doll, I shuddered.

The doll I'd thrown was the one my parents had bought me when I was in the third grade.

I'd broken that doll's head by smashing it in with a rock.

My parents ended up throwing it away.

Suddenly the dream changed, and a woman covered in blood was looking at me.

I was so scared I woke up, but when I did, I couldn't move my arms or legs, and I couldn't

scream either.

I had sleep paralysis.

I got more and more scared, and with all my might I tried to move, but I couldn't.

Then, suddenly, the doll I'd thrown from the second floor window was coming up the stairs,

step by step.

The reason I knew this was because it was a continuation of my dream.

When the doll reached the second floor, it slowly rattled towards my room.

I could feel it getting closer.

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