This is the real story I had been told by my aunt when I was five.<\/p>\n
It’s about the neighbor’s house in front of my front neighbor (that is, a house that is blocked by my front neighbor’s house), has a collection of human dolls. They are so high that almost touched the ceiling. The dolls are placed in a fairly isolated room, on the small penthouse (3rd floor) next to the clothesline area.<\/p>\n
My aunt once went in to see her collection but after that she didn’t dare because she said that she felt very badly as if the dolls were looking at her.<\/p>\n
One night, the neighbor’s growing daughter was studying in her room. She studied at a desk in her room with no light except by her desk lamp. However, the table lamp was blocked by a motorcycle helmet. She who was a little bit disturbed, immediately wanted to get rid of the helmet in order to get maximum lighting.<\/p>\n
While putting away the helmet, she grumbled, “Who the hell put the helme…”<\/p>\n
She realized it was not a helmet, but a human head. She felt and fainted.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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