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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nAnd the most unsettling detail \u2014 a thin thread was wrapped tightly around its \u201cneck,\u201d pressed deep into the material like a mark of strangulation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A wave of dizziness hit me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy\u2026 is this in a bag of flour?\u201d I muttered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was no answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the worst possibilities were already forming in my mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I suddenly remembered the man at the market. The way he avoided eye contact. At the time, I didn\u2019t think much of it. Now\u2026 it felt different.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As if he had been desperate to get rid of that bag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of this\u2026 thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Almost without thinking, I reached for my phone. My fingers trembled over the screen, but I couldn\u2019t decide who to call. The police? And say what? \u201cHello, I found a strange doll inside a bag of flour\u201d?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It sounded ridiculous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But keeping it in my apartment felt even worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then something happened that made my blood run cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The doll\u2026 made a sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Faint. Barely audible. Like something shifting inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo\u2026 I imagined that,\u201d I whispered to myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But a second later, it happened again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A soft creak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As if something inside had actually moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stepped back abruptly, knocking the chair over behind me. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere can\u2019t be anything in there\u2026\u201d I said, though I no longer believed it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I moved closer again, more cautiously this time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And that\u2019s when I noticed something I hadn\u2019t seen before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was a seam on the doll\u2019s back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Neat. Subtle. But clearly meant to be opened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In that moment, it all clicked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This wasn\u2019t just a doll.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a container.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And whatever was inside\u2026 could be anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My whole body started to shake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Standing there in my kitchen, flour scattered across the table, I realized I had stumbled into something I was never supposed to find.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But it was too late to turn back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I took a deep breath, grabbed a knife, and slowly moved toward the doll.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The blade touched the seam.<\/p>\n\n\n\n