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The Dolls Watched Us. Then The Clown Appeared.

We called it the Creepy Doll House. Two porcelain dolls, frozen in a second-floor window, staring down at the street. The place was abandoned—foreclosed, neighbors said. Bank-owned. Empty. Until the clown showed up. One afternoon, a mask appeared in the front window. White face. Red grin. Watching where the doorbell rang during our ding-dong ditches. We asked around. No squatters. No workers. Just a hollow house with dolls upstairs… and now a clown below. The family who lives there now has no idea. But I still bike past slower sometimes, eyes glued to that window. (Some doors stay empty for a reason.) #ChildhoodHorror #Unexplained #NoSleep