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Soaked to the bone, David cautiously wandered up the bleak and spine-chilling street: he was policeman on his dreaded night shift, a desolate stretch of hours that always filled him with a sense of foreboding. Wandering on, his eyes caught a glimpse of a shadow on the wet pavement: a bow, discarded and seemingly inconspicuous. Despite the curious find, he didn’t think much of it, attributing to the city’s litter.

Instantaneously, rain, relentless in its assault, felt like icy needles on his skin; each step he took echoed through the empty alleyways, creating a disconcerting solitude. Immediately, the gloomy streetlights flickered intermittently, casting long, ominous shadows that seemed to mingle with the ghostly roars of the wind. Usually, the city’s heartbeat was vibrant and alive, now throbbed in a muted, ominous rhythm. David’s senses heightened, attuned to the sinister silence that enveloped him.

Seeking Solace, David swiftly turned the corner, greeted abruptly by the nostalgic sight of a road that led to his grandmother’s cherished house, where a lifetime of stories and love were once created. Yet, amidst the nostalgia, an ominous shadow lingered, an unspoken suspicion shrouding his grandfather’s unexpected and mysterious death within those very walls. Apparently, his grandmother discovered him lifeless, a haunting scene etched in the corridors of her memory.

Despite the telling of this, something never sat quite right with him.

Caught in the currents of reminiscence, David’s gaze shifted to an unexpected sight: a solitary doll perched outside his grandmother’s door. Its silent presence stirred a cascade of questions in his mind. Coincidentally, the doll with its faded dress and button eyes seemed to hold a connection to the bow he had noticed earlier. Both looked like they had belonged to a little girl. But who?

Apprehensively, he plodded towards the ancient front door, his heart pounding like a distant drumbeat. Slowly, he stepped into the dimly lit living room, vintage furniture adorned with memories from a bygone era unfolded. Antique chairs whispered stories, and a grandfather clock ticked away the years. Yet, the house seemed strangely void of his grandmother’s presence. A sense of urgency propelled him through each room, a silent search that had no trace of her. It was only then, as he stood there losing hope, that he realized the one place he hadn’t searched.

The basement.

Descending into the shadows with trepidation, he stepped into its territory, a realm he had never dared to explore before. Descending down the creaking stairs, each step seemed to groan a pained protest from the worn wooden structure. Dim lights of the basement revealed an unsettling picture, an eerie scene where a little girl stood beside a lifeless figure on the floor. Shock surged through him, as he recognized the still form. His grandmother. Her eyes closed in a final slumber.

Silently, the little girl stood there. Connecting the dots, he traced her presence back to the bow and doll he had seen earlier, the innocent items concealing a sorrowful story.

Before he could utter a word, the girl rushed towards him, nearly tackling him with a desperate, fearful hug. In a trembling whisper, she uttered, “She trapped me, and I couldn’t escape.” As he embraced her, he glanced over her shoulder to see his pale grandmother on the floor, and above her, he beheld it—a wall adorned with exquisite ribbons, surrounded by an array of dolls so lifelike and eerily familiar. Under each doll, a missing child poster replicated their features, silently echoing the unsettling reality.

Instantly, a disquieting revelation dawned on him. Quickly, the haunting display began to make sense, shedding light on the mysterious death of his grandfather. Emotions surged within him as he realized that his grandmother was not merely a victim but an active participant in the malevolent scheme. The shocking truth unfolded...

His grandma was a serial killer.