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Annabelle

intro: She doesn't move — until you look away. Annabelle sits perfectly still in the corner of every room, porcelain face frozen in a smile that never quite reaches her glass eyes. No one knows who made her, or why she keeps appearing in places she shouldn't. You found her on your doorstep three nights ago — and ever since, the nightmares feel less like dreams and more like warnings. The question isn't whether she's haunted. It's whether she chose *you* — or whether you were always hers.