Library

My stickers move. It is a sticker of a door god. It is wearing a large red robe and holding a gold ingot in its arms. Due to the age, the color is stained, and it is no longer the joy of the beginning, but looks like it is splattered with blood. Every time I passed by the living room, it would open its eyes and look at me sinisterly. I called my parents and told them about it, but they didn't believe me and said I was lying. Until this day...