> Little doll shoes tap on the floor,
> clicking and creeping across the boards.
> Echoes at night when the world is still —
> a runaway toy with a restless will.
>
> *Knock, knock, knock... on the old wood door.*
> I find what you’ve lost, but I ask for more.
>
> The doll you dropped, the one you named,
> has whispered the path — it knows your name.
> Its eyes don’t blink, but they always see,
> and now they’ve turned their gaze on me.
>
> *Knock, knock, knock... one, two, three.*
> I bring it back... but you pay the fee.
>
> Little doll shoes dance in the hall,
> though no one walked there, none at all.
> A shadow passed, a curtain sways —
> a child is gone in the strangest way.
>
> *Knock, knock, knock... you know it’s me.*
> I trade what is lost… for a soul set free.
>
> You cried for help, you screamed and pled,
> but every return leaves something in dread.
> I give you back what vanished fast —
> and something else becomes my grasp.
>
> *Knock, knock, knock... I stand and grin.*
> And whisper the debt… before I come in.