On my casual scrolling of Twitter over the weekend, I came across something cursed. Yeah, there’s a whole account that documents various Cursed Images, but this tweet made something drop in the pits of my guts.

This thing was like, dangerously cursed. Some real dark vibes that makes me want to burn 40 smudge sticks in my house and cleanse my entire being immediately.

I’m giving you fair warning here because I’ve genuinely not gotten these pictures out of my head since I saw them. They’re burnt into my retinas. I fear it’s maybe unlocked some dark part of my soul, rendering me vulnerable to some cooked evil like Hereditary or some shit.

Ok.

You ready?

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Firstly, what the fuck is it THAT! I feel unwell just looking at it. The eyes, they’ve fucked me up.

Secondly, WHY WOULD YOU BRING IT INTO YOUR HOME?

This person has 100% brought some kind of ancient hex onto their home by allowing this clearly-possessed doll to cross the threshold, I’m sorry.

IT’S BLOOD. THIS DOLL HAS DONE A MURDER.

The doll’s owner (I use that term very loosely), Marlene, has been documenting her time with the Fucked Doll™ in their home and I’m in a blind panic about how much this THING has affected me, even from the other side of the world.

Then, I saw this.

DO NOT GIVE IT A NAME.

Abigail makes me want to cry, I am so disturbed by it. And I even had an EC doll from Lift Off.

What’s even better/worse/alarming about this very-obvious signifier of Hell Times is that it’s encouraged other people to share their extremely demonic dolls and inanimate creatures in their homes.

That is, without a doubt, the evilest porcelain doll I have EVER seen, and all porcelain dolls hold at least 50% pure evil.

I remember my grandparents had a little doll made out of a dehydrated apple core that terrified me as a kid so I can’t imagine the literal night terrors attached to this…thing.

Fucken hell, NO.

Are you all just actually trying to get yourselves killed or possessed or something?

Even knowing that I have a physical distance away from Abigail the Demon Doll my chest is still incredibly tight and I’m convinced it knows my thoughts, or can see me. Can it see me through the internet? Is that a thing?

Marlene’s now just entered Night Two with Abigail, and as much as I vehemently hate the doll, I’m going to keep a watchful eye over her Twitter just in case shit well and truly hits the fan and Abigail wakes up.

In any case, everything in here needs to be yeeted straight back into the level of hell that it came from, thank you very much.

Image: Twitter / @TheNerdyVixen