07/08/2026 from Daily Jokes
#22357
Seven-year-old Lily was, without exaggeration, obsessed with dolls. Her bedroom looked less like a place to sleep and more like a museum of porcelain, plastic, and plush. One rainy Tuesday, while wandering through a dusty, dimly lit antique shop on her own, she spotted it: the most beautiful, intricately detailed doll she had ever seen. It had delicate lace, striking glass eyes, and an undeniable air of mystery. She just had to have it.
She marched up to the counter, where a wrinkled, suspicious-looking old woman was knitting. “How much is that doll, ma’am?” Lily asked, pointing to the masterpiece.
The old woman stopped knitting and glared at her. “That doll is not for sale.”
Lily pouted. “But it’s so beautiful! I really want it. I have my allowance money!”
The old woman sighed, her irritation growing. “I told you, child, it’s not for sale. Because that doll is cursed!”
Lily blinked, completely unfazed. “Well… that’s okay. I don’t mind a little curse.”
“I am not going to sell it to you,” the woman snapped. “But if you really must have it, go ahead and take it. It’s yours. But if something bad happens, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Ah! Yes, thank you!” Lily beamed, snatching the doll and sprinting out of the shop before the woman could change her mind.
Thrilled to get such a gorgeous toy for free, Lily ran all the way home. She burst into the lobby of her apartment building, which was completely deserted and eerily quiet. She stepped into the elevator, clutching her new prize tightly to her chest, and waited.
The doors slid shut with a heavy thud. But the elevator didn’t move.
Silence fell over the small cab. Lily’s heart began to pound. She looked around nervously. Oh no, she thought, her imagination running wild. Is this it? Is this the curse of the doll?
Suddenly, she felt a shift in her arms. The doll was moving.
Ever so slowly, the doll’s head turned to face her. Lily wanted to scream, but her throat was completely paralyzed with terror.
The doll’s eyelids fluttered and snapped open. It stared at her with its lifeless, unblinking glass eyes.
Then, its little painted mouth opened, and in a raspy, demonic voice, it said:
“Push the button to go up, bitch!”
