The Dollmakers Curse

This house has stood unsold for decades. Viewings end the same way: a phone call, a withdrawal, no explanation. Sixty years ago it belonged to Abigail, who worked at the funeral home and stitched dolls from what the dead left behind. The house started answering back. Cold spots. Doors that wouldn't stay shut. The feeling of being watched by something sitting very still. Two nuns went in to bless it. Neither walked out. When this room opens, you won't be going in to pray over it. You'll be going in to finish it.