“I once heard a story about a school where names and secrets were carved deep, and a child’s game invited something that would not sleep. Laugh if you like, but the echoes still linger.”

I once heard of a rational teacher trapped on a ship where the doll only moved when you looked away. Apparently, they tried to laugh it off. That laughter’s still echoing, if you listen.

I saw her in the window again last night, staring out with my eyes but nothing behind them – which is how I knew I’d be seeing all of you here tonight.