Australian Customers. Important Shipping Information
Australia is currently the most expensive country for us to ship to, so an additional postage fee is required for all orders being sent there. You can find the correct add‑on in the “Extra Shipping” category of the shop.
✨ Please choose the option that matches your item:
- Jewelry: select “Extra Shipping – Jewelry.”  
- Small doll: select “Extra Shipping – Small Doll.”  
- Medium doll: select “Extra Shipping – Medium Doll.”  
- Large doll: select “Extra Shipping – Large Doll.”
Each product listing clearly states the size category of the item, so you’ll know exactly which shipping add‑on to choose.
If you’re unsure or need help selecting the right option, feel free to reach out. We’re always happy to assist and make sure your order arrives safely.
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People still talk about the night the entity left the dying woman. Bobby never forgot it. He had been working the late shift, the kind where the halls feel too long and the lights hum like they are trying to warn you. The old woman had unsettled everyone from the moment she arrived. Her eyes were pale and sharp, always following people with a slow, deliberate intelligence that made the nurses uneasy. They refused to go into her room alone. They said she spoke to the ceiling. They said she begged them not to turn off the lights. They said she warned them that something hovered over her at night, something that had been with her since she was a girl and made the mistake of touching an ouija board. She told them she had never been alone again.
Bobby tried to ignore the stories. He was young and needed the job. But he felt it too. Whenever he stepped into her room, the air felt heavy, as if he were walking into a place that did not want him. She would stare at him with those pale, watery eyes, and he always felt as though she were trying to tell him something without speaking. On the night she died, he was the only one nearby. The nurses had stepped out, grateful for a moment away from her door. Bobby stood at the foot of her bed, checking the monitors, trying not to look at her face. Her breathing was shallow. Her fingers twitched. Then she exhaled, long and slow, and the room changed.
He felt it before he saw it. A pressure behind him, a coldness that slid across his shoulders like a hand made of ice. He turned, expecting a draft. Instead he saw a shape rising from the floor, darker than the shadows around it, moving with a slow curiosity. It drifted toward him. He could not move. He felt something brush the side of his neck, a touch that was both gentle and possessive. The shape leaned close, as if smelling him, and then it was gone. Or at least it was no longer visible.
He did not tell anyone. He did not need to. The nurses saw the way he avoided that hallway afterward. They saw the way he flinched when someone touched him unexpectedly. They whispered that the old woman had not left alone.
The activity began at his flat. Lights dimmed when he entered a room. His cat hissed at corners where nothing stood. He woke to the sound of breathing beside him, slow and ragged, as though someone were lying inches from his face. He would turn on the lamp and find the mattress indented, as if someone had just risen. He heard footsteps in the kitchen at night. He heard a woman’s voice whisper his name from the bathroom mirror. He tried to convince himself it was stress. He tried to sleep with the lights on. Nothing helped.
The doll appeared a week later. He found it in the hospital storage room, tucked behind a stack of old equipment. No one remembered putting it there. No one claimed it. It was black, with a matte finish that swallowed the light. Its eyes were a vivid, unnatural orange, the kind of orange that glows even in the dark. The moment he saw it, he felt something shift inside him, as though the doll were acknowledging him. He brought it home without thinking. That was the night everything changed.
The entity settled into the doll like a person slipping into a familiar coat. Bobby said the air shifted the moment he placed it on the table. The lights flickered. The temperature dropped. The doll’s orange eyes, once dull, seemed to brighten with a slow, awakening awareness. He swore they followed him. He swore they widened when he turned away. He began waking to the sound of tiny footsteps on the floorboards. He heard tapping on the walls, soft at first, then insistent. He saw the doll move from one side of the room to the other while he slept. Once he found it sitting on his chest, its bright eyes inches from his own, glowing with something that felt almost hungry.
He tried covering its face. That helped for a while, but the lace would slide off in the night. He tried locking it in a cupboard. The door would be open by morning. He tried returning it to the hospital, but the doll always found its way back to him. The entity had chosen him, and it was not letting go.
Collectors should know that the activity has only grown stronger since the doll was removed from Bobby’s museum. It reacts to new environments with curiosity. It taps on walls. It moves objects. It whispers at night, sometimes in the voice of the old woman, sometimes in a voice no one recognizes. People report feeling watched, not with malice, but with an intense, intelligent interest. The doll’s orange eyes shift subtly, enough to make you question what you saw. Enough to keep you awake.
This is not a passive haunting. It is a presence that wants to be acknowledged. It wants to be seen. It wants a new person.
The name of the entity will be provided to the one who claims this vessel. 
Australia please select “Extra Shipping – Medium Doll.”  
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🌙 Who We Are 
We grew up under the care of our aunt, a respected paranormal investigator and spiritual consultant. After losing our parents, she welcomed us into her home on a quiet island in Kent, where she taught us the mysteries of the paranormal.  
When she passed, we chose to continue her life’s work. Today, we travel the world investigating paranormal cases and caring for her collection. Bobby, our cousin, is a skilled demonologist. Cat is gifted with clairvoyance, while Ali sees visions across time. Together, we practice mediumship, witchcraft, Reiki, and crystal healing. We also work with spirits, demons, Genies, and Djinn, offering spells and guidance.  
We never charge for our help. Our work is supported through the careful adoption of select vessels from our collection. We remain available to guide guardians of these spirits, and we ask that adopters commit to giving them a permanent home.  
Disclaimer: Our experiences are personal and may differ from yours. We cannot take responsibility for any paranormal activity that may occur after adoption.  
We have appeared in many tiktok channels, YouTube channels aswell as the amazing cosmopolitan uk and a brand new book by Fiona Dodwell. We are the real deal!