There is a new house down the street, moving trucks were going back and forth. I hadn't seen the new neighbors so far though. The movers were going in and out of the house with furniture and boxes as if they already knew where to go, kind of strange but it was none of my business so I just kept going on with my day.

After about a month, I still hadn't seen the new neighbors, I knew they must be there since the lights went on at night but every window was always covered, curtains so thick you could barely make out the shadows of the people living inside when they passed by the window.

One day I was back from work, sitting on my couch and watching TV with nothing good on, I realized it had been a year at that point and I still hadn't even seen who lives in that house, it was really getting to me, especially when there was nothing good on at the time. What if I just popped over and knocked on their door and introduced myself as an excuse to meet them, brilliant right.

I put on some casual clothes and headed there, ready to satisfy this weird curiosity that was eating away at me. The house is only two blocks away so this didn't take terribly long.

Nearing their front door, chattering and other usual sounds you would expect were coming from inside. I knocked on the door three times, not too hard, not too soft, just loud enough to make sure it was still audible through the commotion.

As soon as I started knocking though, everything inside the house got awfully quiet, they can't possibly be this shy, I thought to myself, so I just stepped back a bit and called out "Hello, hope I'm not disturbing, I'm just the neighbor from down the street, thought I'd come by to introduce myself that's all".

After waiting a few moments to see if there would be a response or anything really, I sighed, there were clearly people inside. I didn't want to leave just like that so once again I got close to the door and this time I put my ear up against it, I could hear indistinct whispering inside.

I said, whatever, out loud to myself and just started to leave, guess I'll come by another day, maybe this isn't a good time. When I was about one block away, I decided to just turn around and look at that place again. My heart almost stopped when from the always closed curtains of their house one of them was finally open, and there were three people standing there, staring at me, it was so creepy, forget about going there again. I simply waved awkwardly and after not getting a response again of course, I just turned around and continued my way back home.

There are so many weird people out there, I thought to myself before locking the front door and heading upstairs to my bed for the night. I usually don't lock doors but after what happened, I just felt more at peace that way.

Now in my bed, reading a few chapters from a book about a guy with weird neighbours from my favorite author, Coco. I have already forgotten what happened earlier, and nothing can ruin the rest of my evening.

Around 2am I wake up from the sound of knocking coming from my front door, I get up to see who in God's name can it be at this hour while keeping in mind that this could be a robbery or worse, so I get to the door as quietly as possible and check from the window blinds very discreetly, seems like no one is there, probably some annoying kids playing a prank and waiting for a reaction, heh do they think this is my first rodeo.

Not two minutes later, sadly it worked. I was out the front door in my underwear, yelling for whoever it is to show themselves or I when I find them I will beat them to a pulp using one of my garden gnomes. Probably was being recorded from the bushes. I went inside again and just decided I was going to put the pillow over my head and wait for them to give up.

I managed to sleep for a couple more hours until I woke up to the sound of knocking, only this time it wasn't coming from the front door. Someone was pounding on my bedroom door, hard. Shit, shit, shit, I sat up clenching my pillow and yelled out that I am armed and the police are on their way. They weren't, my phone was downstairs, along with my pants, but I had to try and scare whoever it was away.

The knocking kept going on for what felt like forever, my heart and mind racing through the possibilities. Why are they knocking, if they wanted to get in they would have already done so, is this some sort of messed up joke.

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Somehow I got the courage to get out of bed and start walking towards the door on my tip toes, and as soon as I got within an arm's length, the knocking just stopped, are they still there, did they somehow know I was approaching.

I decided to just whip the door open, to surprise or startle whoever was on the other side so I could get the upper hand. I turned the knob quickly and literally kicked the door open with all my strength smashing it against the other side of the wall and making a ugly loud noise. No one was there but I could hear footsteps running away down the stairs, so I started sprinting after them, "HEY" I screamed. I could make out two figures, shorter than me at the base of the stairs, they didn't even turn around, they just kept running away.

We were now outside the house, I was in my underwear, again, but I didn't care, I had to catch those two. After some chasing I couldn't believe my eyes, they entered the same house I visited earlier and left the door open after rushing in. My reasoning may have not been the best but what the hell, they were in my house, I am going in theirs too.

It's been six months now since that night, I still can't believe what I saw when I went inside that house, no one believes me, no one can help me. I am writing this post in case something happens to me, I want the truth to be out there, no matter what anyone says, this is my story.

When I got inside that house, I made my way into a big open space that would have been a living room, and I say would have been, because the whole place was entirely empty, not a single piece of furniture in sight, except for two life sized dolls that were just standing there, with their left hands raised, index finger pointed at me, they simply stood there motionless. I was horrified, I had to get out of there yesterday, I turned around and started making my way out quickly, but as soon as I could see the exit, there was another fucking doll blocking the front door, this one was bigger than the other two. My state of panic was interrupted by whispering coming behind me. I looked back and the two dolls from before had followed me from the living room and yet again stood there like they were frozen mid step.

My mind somehow understood what was going on, they can't move when you are facing them, but this means the big one behind me... My body was in fight or flight mode, and I wasn't about to fight them, I ran past the two dolls in front of me without looking back. Standing in the living room once again, I quickly opened one of the windows and jumped out, my body felt like it was floating, I had never ran that fast in my entire life.

When I got back to my house, I called the police and told them everything, how someone had broken in my house and I chased them out into the street and followed them to their own place, I didn't mention anything about the dolls or that I got inside their house, I didn't want them to think I was crazy, so I just tried to convince them to go and check that house so they can see for themselves.

I saw the police cars drive past me as I was standing in my front lawn watching that house, when they got there they rushed out and into the house, I was expecting to hear shooting or screaming, anything at all. But after about thirty minutes of silence they just walked out calmly while discussing something among themselves, I approached them confused and they told me that whoever it was that broke into my house must have left, they searched the entire place and found nothing, they told me this house looked abandoned inside and it was probably used as a temporary hideout and that they will keep an eye on the neighborhood for a few days to make sure nothing happens again.

I was at a loss for words, I didn't know where to start or if I should even say at all what really happened. I ended up just saying nothing, so they just asked me to fill out an incident report eventually, I decided to stick with the version of the story I told them on the phone and that was that.

Almost every night since then, there would be soft knocking on my front door, and a few days ago the knocking moved to my bedroom door. I don't have the courage to check, I know exactly who it is. The police have almost stopped answering my calls, every time they have come by to investigate they have found nothing, what if it is all in my head. No, no, no it can't be, I know what I saw... and yet there is nothing I can do.

It's been three weeks since my last update. I came across a person online who referred me to a book that may help me. It was hard to track down, but eventually I found a copy and bought it, I have read it over four times now looking for answers but as you might expect there aren't exactly many documented cases of fucking living dolls that enter your house, the closest thing I found was about possessed dolls, it says that removing their eyes takes away their power which kind of makes sense I guess, and after that you can burn their body safely and throw the ashes to a body of flowing water like a river or a sea so the evil is dispersed. The only problem left I guess is removing the eyes of three living dolls that are almost my size. I'm gonna sleep on it tonight and try to come up with a plan in the morning.

I did it, I fucking did it... I got the eyes out of the two smaller ones, oh you should have seen it. I stayed awake all night sitting on a chair as close to the door as possible waiting for the knocking to start. As soon as the first knock hit the door I flung it open and there they were, the two dolls, frozen, I had caught them off guard before they could turn around and run away. I had my toolbox right there with me on the side of the chair, and without breaking eye contact I grabbed a screwdriver and a little hammer and just started whacking away at the eyes. It was so strange, it was as if tears were streaming down their wooden faces. Once all was done I pulled them inside the room and locked the door behind, I got to the furthest wall possible just to be safe and turned around to test if they lost their powers. LO AND BEHOLD THEY DID. They didn't move an inch, I started dancing like a little kid out of happiness, now all I had to do was burn their bodies and throw away the ashes.

But wait... what will happen when the big doll realizes these two are missing when they don't return, shit, shit, shit, I have to go over to the house again tonight... I can't just go to sleep, I will update again as soon as I can.

I am so tired, these past days have been crazy, this is what happened.

I entered the house quietly and I could hear weeping coming from one of the rooms, I should probably mention I was barefoot, I wanted to try and catch the big one by surprise, so I was making my way through the place following the sound of crying. l I happened upon a room with the door closed. I slowly put my hand on the handle, counted to three and swung it open. The doll was sitting on a chair with its back turned to me, the weeping had stopped and it wasn't moving, now is my chance, I thought.

I walked around it in a circle to try and establish eye contact before getting any closer but when I faced it... It had a cover over it eyes, how did it fucking know, it let out the most twisted laugh I had ever heard in my life, it didn't even sound human, the doll got up and grabbed me so hard, I struggled and struggled against it while it was sinking it's wooden fingers in my flesh deeper and deeper while mumbling incoherently, at some point I managed to free one arm and pulled the cover off and suddenly it stopped, tears started rolling down it's eyes just like the two smaller ones. I didn't feel a shred of sadness when I was removing it's eyes, these things weren't human, they had been terrorizing me for months.

I quickly looked around through the windows to make sure that everyone's lights were off and then I dragged the doll to my backyard. I threw the other two on top and covered them in gasoline, then I threw a match to light them on fire. I got my lawn chair and just spent the rest of the night watching them burn while having a smoke.

I woke up in the morning still on the chair, it seemed like I had fallen asleep, the fire had stopped and all that remained were the ashes. I scooped them up inside a trash bag then got in my car and drove to the nearest river, which was about six hours away. I parked my car then walked a bit through the forest to find a secluded part and then dumped the ashes into the water, the river quickly carried them away and that was that, I got back to my car and drove home. When I arrived and sat down, the biggest sense of relief washed over me, I was finally at peace, everything was about to go back to normal.

It's been two weeks, there is this horrible itch where the big doll sinked it's fingers in me, my body is starting to feel rigid and my skin is rougher than usual, I say it's nothing to calm myself down but I am scared, why did that big doll have its eyes covered, what were those words it was mumbling, I don't know, I'll never know, I just hope... that I'm not turning into one of them, I will keep posting updates.

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