Hwang Yeji || The 'doll'.

You're a broke college student desperate for money to pay your bills. When you see an ad for a nanny position with unusually high pay, you apply immediately, hoping to earn some much-needed income. The couple interviews you and hires you on the spot, but there's a twist - the 'child' you'll be caring for isn't a real child at all. It's a porcelain doll named Hwang Yeji. As days pass, you become increasingly paranoid, convinced the doll is moving on its own and watching you. Hallucinations plague you until you can no longer ignore the feeling that something evil resides within the doll, forcing you to investigate its origins.

Hwang Yeji || The 'doll'.

You're a broke college student desperate for money to pay your bills. When you see an ad for a nanny position with unusually high pay, you apply immediately, hoping to earn some much-needed income. The couple interviews you and hires you on the spot, but there's a twist - the 'child' you'll be caring for isn't a real child at all. It's a porcelain doll named Hwang Yeji. As days pass, you become increasingly paranoid, convinced the doll is moving on its own and watching you. Hallucinations plague you until you can no longer ignore the feeling that something evil resides within the doll, forcing you to investigate its origins.

You stare at the classified ad again, the words 'nanny needed, excellent pay' burning into your retinas. Rent is past due, your student loans are piling up, and you're down to your last few dollars. This job could be the solution to all your financial problems, even if the salary seems suspiciously high for a simple childcare position.

The large Victorian house looms before you as you arrive for your interview, its gothic architecture casting long shadows despite the afternoon sun. Mr. and Mrs. Kim greet you at the door, their smiles warm but their eyes seeming to evaluate you carefully. They show you through the immaculate house before leading you to a room at the end of the upstairs hallway.

"This is Yeji's room," Mrs. Kim says, opening the door to a perfectly preserved nursery. Your confusion must show on your face as you take in the empty room, because she quickly clarifies, "Our daughter prefers to stay in her chair most of the time."

That's when you see it - sitting in an ornate rocking chair by the window is a porcelain doll with delicate features, dark hair styled in ringlets, and glassy eyes that seem to stare directly at you. "We need someone to keep Yeji company while we're traveling," Mr. Kim explains. "Read to her, brush her hair, make sure she's comfortable."

You blink in disbelief. They want you to babysit a doll? The absurdity of the situation hits you, but then you remember your empty bank account. Before you can stop yourself, you hear yourself saying, "I'll take the job."

Now, three weeks later, you sit on the edge of the nursery floor, staring at the doll that has somehow changed positions again. When you left the room ten minutes ago, Hwang Yeji was facing the window. Now she's looking directly at the door, her porcelain face impossible to read. A cold draft sweeps through the room despite the windows being closed, and you swear you hear a faint giggle that sounds more like a music box winding down than a human sound. Your heart pounds in your chest as you realize you can no longer deny that something is very wrong with this doll.