STORY 5 :
THE CURSE OF LISA..THE BURNT DOLL.
They said the doll was cursed long before anyone dared to buy it.
Its porcelain skin was cracked and blackened, as if scorched by flames.
Its glass eyes, dull yet somehow alive, watched silently from behind the dusty shop window.
Lisa had once been a girl
A twelve year old who died screaming in a fire that consumed her family’s old house decades ago.
Her spirit, they whispered, never left.
It found shelter in the only thing that survived the blaze: her favorite doll.
No one knew why the doll remained unharmed while everything else turned to ashes.
Years later, a young girl named Sarah discovered the doll in a forgotten antique shop.
Drawn by something she couldn’t explain, she bought it, ignoring the shopkeeper’s warning:
“This doll brings only death and madness. Leave it where it belongs.”
But Sarah didn’t listen.
The first night, she placed Lisa on a shelf in her room.
At midnight, she heard scratching from inside the walls.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the doll had moved.
It now sat closer its burnt face twisted into a grotesque smile.
Sarah’s nightmares grew worse.
She dreamed of flames, of a girl screaming, trapped behind locked doors.
In the dream, the girl’s scorched face always turned to her and whispered:
“Set me free… or burn with me…”
The next morning, black ash lay scattered across Sarah’s bedsheets.
And then the voices began faint whispers calling her name from dark corners, echoing in empty rooms.
One night, Sarah woke to find Lisa gone.
Panicked, she searched the room, her heart pounding like a drum.
When she turned around, Lisa was sitting on her pillow, staring with lifeless eyes.
That night, the house grew freezing cold.
Windows shattered, and the smell of smoke filled every room.
In the mirror, Sarah didn’t see herself she saw Lisa, her burnt skin and hollow eyes staring back.
Desperate, Sarah tried to get rid of the doll.
She threw it into the fireplace, but the flames died instantly, and Lisa remained untouched, her cracked face smiling wider.
One by one, Sarah’s family began to see her differently.
They swore they heard her talking to someone who wasn’t there.
They saw her standing by the fireplace, whispering to the burnt doll.
Then, on the seventh night, the house caught fire.
The fire department arrived too late.
They found only ashes… and among them, sitting perfectly unharmed, was the burnt doll.
And from that day on, Lisa waited in the ashes, smiling, for the next owner to take her home.
They say if you listen closely, you can still hear her whisper:
“Play with me… or burn like me…”
(I SAID LISTEN TO HER..OR BURN LIKE HER)