A shiver runs down your spine as you step inside the dusty attic. Cobwebs cling to every surface and a musty smell hangs heavy in the air. Before you stands a collection/an array/a trove of dolls, their vacant eyes/glares/stares รีวิวดอลล์เฮ้าส์ หลอนซ่อนหุ่น seeming to follow your every move.