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On the outskirts of the village stands an abandoned house.
The old tiles are crumbling, the windows are torn apart like paper, and a creaking sound can be heard every night.
It is said that countless dolls once lived there.
No one knows who put them there or why they keep multiplying.
Before they knew it, the dolls had overflowed into the living rooms, hallways, and even the attic, filling the house completely.
When they made eye contact with them, they were overcome with a feeling of being sucked in, and soon no one returned.
One night, several young people entered the abandoned house as a test of courage.
Following their flashlights, they found an old Hina doll rolling at their feet.
The head had come off, and the darkness peeking through its neck was as deep as a bottomless well.
"...Did you just laugh?"
One of them turned around, and a figure stood behind them.
It was not human. Its face was distorted, and its limbs were stiff, as if made of wood.
And its eyes-surely, they contained the same glass bead light as the Hina dolls from earlier.
When they turned around to make their escape, the hallway was no longer a hallway.
Countless dolls covered the walls and hung from the ceiling, looking down at them with smiles.
Before they could even catch their breath, a "wanderer" approached from the depths of the darkness.
The owner of the abandoned house, controlled by dolls.
His eyes gleamed like a dog that won't let its prey escape, and the voice that escaped from his mouth trembled like the melody of an enka singer.
"No matter where you go, I won't let you go... I'll turn you into a doll, too."
The screams of the young men were drowned out by the night wind outside.
Soon, a melody that sounded like both sobbing and singing could be heard coming from the abandoned house.
From that night on, the villagers never went near the house again.
"If you enter the abandoned doll house, you will hear a voice calling out to you with a fist-pounding sound." This was the beginning of the terrifying and sad "occult enka."
I mainly create and publish horror-oriented, bass-heavy music on #SunoAI. I also have some humorous songs, so please give them a listen (*'ω'*) People who like ghost stories, urban legends, and the supernatural, as well as streamers, storytellers, and game creators are also welcome! Speaking of which, I feel like the expression on the Ichimatsu doll at home has been changing recently... Well, it's probably just my imagination.