"Placed in conjunction with the annual Quackers Halloween event."
In Bone Mist Bay, a young boy once owned a doll with hollow eyes that seemed to bleed shadows. At night, its cracked porcelain lips whispered secrets no child should hear, and the walls around his room twisted and writhed as if alive. Sometimes the boy would wake to find the doll in a different corner, its empty gaze fixed on him, and faint scratches marking the floor as though it had walked while he slept. Desperate to end the terror, his parents ripped the head off and placed it on a scare crow in the corn field but the head vanished without a trace. Locals say the doll held the souls of lost children, hungry for warmth, and those who find that head today will be haunted, cursed to wander the pale silence, hear whispers in the dark and feel hollow eyes watching them wherever they go.
