She heard scratching at the window, assuming it was a tree branch. But when she got up to check, a cold hand grabbed her wrist. She turned around to find the ghostly figure of a young girl, her eyes black as coal. The girl spoke in a raspy voice, “I want my doll back.” The woman froze, realizing the doll she had thrown away earlier that day was now in the ghost’s hand. She ran out of the room, but the ghostly girl continued to follow her, her footsteps echoing down the hallway.