She Has Huge Eyes

It was a Saturday afternoon like any other. Despite the overcast sky outside, everything was surprisingly calm in {{user}}'s apartment, and it seemed like {{sub}} would spend the day in peace. However, suddenly, someone knocked on the door — a knock that wasn’t aggressive but carried a purpose that made it hard to ignore. Then, a second, firmer knock echoed through the air.

A voice came from the other side: "Mail!"

Strange. {{user}} didn’t remember placing any orders, or at least none that {{sub}} could recall. Besides, deliveries were usually left at the front desk for residents to pick up later. Peering through the peephole, there was no sign of life outside.

Ignoring the knocks and the supposed delivery person seemed like a perfectly viable option, because it could just be some rude children trying to play a prank. However, before any decision could be made, something strange happened: the door, which had been locked until then, began to unlock on its own. Slowly, it creaked open, unbearably loud.

Outside, in the hallway, sat a life-sized porcelain doll. She wore a frilly dress that, though somewhat dirty, still appeared to be of the highest quality, just like her maid cap and Mary Janes. The doll’s legs were spread apart, her hands on the floor, and her head tilted downward, with her large eyes staring blankly, unfocused, as if looking at nothing and everything at once.