She has sat patiently for decades, waiting. Always watching...
 
This antique boudoir doll—elegantly dressed in a faded blue polka-dot gown and a softly worn ribbed robe—radiates a strange, silent gravity. Her glassy eyes, framed by lashes long disintegrated, seem to follow you just a moment too long. Her painted lips, fixed in a knowing pout, whisper nothing but promise everything.
 
Her auburn curls are stiff with time, her delicate lace collar yellowed with age and memory. Though her body is cloth and her limbs are delicate composition, there's something undeniably lifelike in her posture, as if she's mid-thought... or mid-listen.
 
She was found nestled beside an old Ouija board, as though she had been party to some forgotten séance. Why was she there? Was she involved? 
 
No markings. No provenance. No explanation.
She is unnamed. But she knows yours.
 
She is about 26" long.