Video - Whispers from the Dollhouse: A Haunting Playtime

The old dollhouse sat in the attic, its windows dark and empty. Cassie felt drawn to it, like a moth to flame. As she peered inside, tiny shadows flitted across the miniature rooms. Her heart pounded as a soft giggle echoed, not from the house, but around her. She spun around, attic dust swirling like ghosts. The giggle grew louder, a chorus of children’s laughter. Cassie’s breath hitched as she realized the dolls were watching her, their eyes gleaming with malice. The dollhouse door creaked open, and a cold hand reached out to pull her into their eternal playtime.