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00:00began to happen. The doll kept falling off, even though he tied it tightly. Then small
00:06notes started appearing, written in strange handwriting, let me go. The message was always
00:11in red ink, or was it blood? When he tried to film the doll, his phone would freeze,
00:17the photos blurry, the boo-boo face always foggy. One night, he woke up to find the doll
00:23standing on his desk, staring straight at him. He leaned in and whispered, what do you
00:29want? Silence. Then, a deafening thunderclap. Lightning lit up the sky. And then, nothing.
00:37Since that night, le boo-boo never moved again, and nothing strange ever happened after.
00:51There was a girl who deeply cherished her le boo-boo collection. Each doll was carefully
00:56placed, each with its own story. Except for one. She found it at a flea market. It was
01:03different. Grey in colour, with a strange smile and eyes that didn't look painted. They looked
01:09real. Every morning, she found the doll in a different spot.
01:13She
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