Every year at work, Iโm the one who organizes Halloween โ the decorations, the costumes, the music, everything. I always make sure itโs perfect.
But this yearโฆ something felt different.
When I got to the office around eight in the morning, I noticed a smell.
It wasnโt the usual scent of stale coffee or cleaning spray โ it was old, damp, like something rotting beneath the floorboards.
I shrugged it off at first, thinking maybe the janitor forgot to take out the trash.
But as the hours passed, the smell seemed to move.
From the hallwayโฆ into the break roomโฆ then into my office.
It was following me.
When I went to check the decorations from the night before, I noticed something that definitely hadnโt been there.
On my desk sat a small, hand-stitched doll โ its button eyes crudely sewn with black thread.
Around its neck hung a tiny paper tag that read:
"stake broke....
that was scariest thing
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