"It came again today. It was still standing at the door. I don't know what it was doing. It seemed like it wanted to come in."
"It looks like my dead child. At least, its back looks very similar."
"My family saw it too. It wasn't an illusion; it really exists. But why does it always turn its back to us? Whose child is it? Why does it appear in the hallway every night?"
"My husband said he was going out to take a look, but after he left, he never came back. He abandoned me and ran away by himself."
"What should I do? It's getting closer and closer. It's always crouching by the door or the window. It'll definitely come in!"
"After I woke up, I saw it in the living room. It didn't seem to notice me. It stood in the middle of the room with its back to me."
"I saw its face clearly. Why was a Rag Doll wandering around my home? What was it looking for? Why did it keep staying here?"
"It's disgusting. I've never seen such an ugly doll. Its arms were stuffed with garbage and dead birds, and it had a stinking heart hidden in its belly. Its face was pieced together from different kinds of skin. Its legs were bent, with bones it had picked up stuffed inside them. A foul stench came from its whole body, and its pitiful appearance made it all the more terrifying!"
"I found something else strange about the Rag Doll. Its shadow wasn't the shadow of a doll. When light shone on it, the shadow it cast was that of a Boy much taller than it was."
"Doesn't it know that everyone hates it? Why won't it leave? Why does it keep trying to