The Monster You Created
That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat.
I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out.
By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up.
I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds.
She tossed me a pack of cold medicine.
"If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."
Bab Populer