chapter 1 The Whisper Behind the Eyes

The classroom buzzed faintly with murmurs as teacher  delivered her English lecture. At first, she dismissed the subtle whispers echoing from the back—perhaps assuming it was idle chatter. But the persistent murmur, like a breeze that refused to die, grew impossible to ignore.

"Who is talking?" the teacher finally demanded, her tone clipped and cold.

The entire class turned their gaze toward one student—Vernoica.

"You," the teacher said sharply. "Whom were you speaking to?"

Vernoica blinked innocently.
"Oh… me? I was talking to my doll."

"Doll?" the teacher echoed, her brows furrowing.

"Yes," Vernoica nodded. "She exists in this world. She listens…"

"Enough!" the teacher snapped, her patience dissolving. "Stop fabricating stories."

"But she does exist, teacher—she really—"

"Out of my class!" the teacher shouted, her voice like thunder cracking the air.

Vernoica rose without protest, eyes emotionless, and walked silently toward the door. She stepped into the hallway, her tiny hands clenched at her sides—not in fear, but quiet indignation.

Later that day, the final bell rang. Students packed their bags, laughter and footsteps filling the corridor. Everyone left for home. Vernoica returned to hers, where her mother was already waiting.

"You stood outside the classroom again, didn’t you?" her mother asked, her voice weary but calm.

Vernoica shrugged, "Yeah… Teacher told you."

"Of course she did," her mother sighed. "Darling, you need to stop with the nonsense. You're not a baby anymore."

"But Mom, I wasn’t—"

"It’s alright," her mother interrupted gently. "Come on. Let’s eat."

The two shared dinner, played together, and finished homework like any ordinary evening. Eventually, night crept in.

"Bedtime," her mother whispered, kissing her forehead.
"Goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight, sweetheart."

the clock struck at  midnight, everything  got changed. 

Veronica stood in the center of her room, holding the doll close.

“Take me there,” she whispered. “She insulted you. She has to see... your world.”

Without warning, the room darkened. Shadows writhed along the walls, and the floor beneath her trembled. A crack opened in the air—like torn fabric—and swallowed her whole.

She was no longer in her bedroom.
She stood in a dimensional realm, cold and twisted, filled with fragments of broken dolls, rusted machinery, and walls that whispered her name.

This was the Doll’s Dimension.

In the center of it all was a rusted wooden cutter machine, humming with mechanical breath.
On it lay Sensai, her teacher—paralyzed, her eyes wide with fear.

“Oh, Sensai,” Veronica whispered sweetly. “You shouldn’t have called her a lie.”

The doll, now floating above them, The machine roared to life.

“Bye-bye,” Veronica said softly.

The blade descended, slicing the teacher into two clean halves.

Blood soaked the floor of that world. And then—silence.

                                                     The 

                                                                             Next

                                                                                        Morning

The school was engulfed in chaos. Teachers whispered. Students cried. Authorities asked questions no one could answer.

Sensai’s body had been discovered in the janitor’s storage room—horrifically mutilated, with no signs of forced entry, no fingerprints, no witnesses.

But far from the commotion, in a quiet hallway corner, Veronica sat alone.

She cradled her doll gently, whispering things only the doll could hear. Her face was calm, her eyes distant.

And her smile… Was far too innocent to be human.