Molly Mayhem

🕯️ The Story of Molly 🕯️

Molly always knew something lived inside her — a whisper that wasn’t her own. For years, she kept it locked away pretending not to hear the murmurs that came from beneath her skin.

But the witch grew restless. Every secret Molly swallowed, every tear she hid, only fed the thing within. Now, the seams have begun to split. Evil hands — not Molly’s — claw their way through her soft porcelain face, pulling at the cracks, desperate to climb free.

When you look closely, you can see the long, green fingers pressing from inside, curling around her cheeks like they’re prying open a door that’s been shut too long. Molly’s eyes are glassy and wide, half pleading, half gone, as if she’s watching herself fade while something older takes her place.

No one knows if the witch was ever cast into her — or if she’s been Molly all along. But one thing’s certain: the witch is awake now. And she’s tired of being trapped.

Molly measures 30 inches long