The Scary Doll

As I navigated the winding road in the pitch-black of night, my headlights pierced through the darkness, casting eerie shadows on the surrounding trees. Suddenly, my blood ran cold. There, just off the mud-slicked path, stood a chilling figure—a doll, its eyes vacant and lifeless, seemingly watching me. It moved, slowly standing upright with an unnatural, jerky motion. Terror gripped my chest like a vice, and without a second thought, I slammed the car into reverse, my heart pounding in my ears. I desperately retreated, the sinister doll fading into the darkness behind me.