Kayla discovers a doll that looks eerily like her in her mother-in-law’s house and assumes it’s just a coincidence. But when she shows it to her husband, his panicked reaction leaves her shocked, revealing a family secret Kayla never could’ve guessed.

“Look at this,” I murmured to myself, holding up the knitted doll I found in the closet.

I was surprised to see how much it resembled me.

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I snapped a photo and sent it to Ethan. He was at work, and I thought he’d find it cute.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed with Ethan’s response.

“Oh no! You don’t know my mom… whatever you do, DON’T TOUCH IT, honey!” he texted. I was stunned.

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It was too late. I had already touched the doll. I didn’t suspect anything at first, but then, as I re-read Ethan’s message, a wave of anxiety washed over me.

Lorraine never really liked me and had some weird tendencies. Could it… be a voodoo doll? I marched downstairs with the doll in my hand, determined to confront my mother-in-law.

As I reached the kitchen, I saw Lorraine stirring a pot of soup.

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“Lorraine, what is this?” I demanded, holding the doll up for her to see.

She turned to look at me, and her face turned pale.

“OH NO! What have you done? NOW IT IS NOT GOING TO WORK!” she gasped. “PUT IT BACK OR…”

“Or what?” I interrupted, stepping closer. “What isn’t going to work? What’s going on, Lorraine?”

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Lorraine’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “It’s none of your business. Just put it back where you found it!”

“No!” I said. “It is my business if it’s in the room we’re staying in. Why is this doll so important? Tell me!”

“You don’t need to know, girl!” she snapped, snatching it from my grasp.

She returned to her room with the strange doll, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very wrong.

A knitted doll | Source: Pexels

Later that evening, when I opened the closet, I found the doll there. Again! Of course, it was Lorraine’s doing.

Right then, Ethan entered our room and immediately saw the doll in my hand. His face turned red with anger.

“Mom! Mom!” He marched to the living room in anger, and I followed him, the doll still in my hand.

“Seriously? You’re doing it again?” he demanded, glaring at Lorraine.