NoSleep Podcast S11E13
The NoSleep Podcast
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The Doll, a Faceless Wooden Doll
The voice was so pitiful, so despairing that I felt a sharp pain in my heart despite the fear. I found myself wanting to reach out and comfort the doll as though it was a real little girl. In a flash, its head jerked up, facing me. Its face was as blank as the day it was brought into my store. The tears had stopped. The voice had died out, too. All that stared back at me was a faceless wooden doll. It stretched out its hands and came after me.
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