Mannequin – It Moved. I Swear It Moved

🕯️ Short Horror Story: “The Mannequin”

Riya moved into the old apartment above the closed-down clothing store. The landlord warned her not to go into the basement, but curiosity got the better of her when she found the door unlocked one night.

Dust danced in the flashlight beam as she stepped into the basement. At the far end stood a single mannequin, dressed in a torn wedding gown. Its porcelain face was cracked, but what unsettled her most was the way it seemed to watch her.

She turned to leave—but the door slammed shut behind her.

She spun back. The mannequin was closer.

“No,” she whispered. Her flashlight flickered. She backed away.

Step by step, it followed—its limbs never moving, yet always getting closer when she blinked.

The light went out completely.

The last thing she heard before the silence was a whisper in her ear:

“Do you like my dress?”

She was never seen again. But if you go into that basement today, there are two mannequins.

And one of them has Riya’s eyes.