Henry

By @iAppearMissing

29″

You hear a faint whisper beckoning, calling out to you from upstairs. The whispers send a chill down your spine. And as you draw closer to the stairs leading to the attic, the sinking feeling only gets worse. Magnified, once you find a glass coffin sitting dormant near a wall. A still, wooden figure lying motionless within. Is this life-sized doll friend, or foe? Remains to be seen...