[Horror] East coast breakwater night fishing and what came up from the water

I wasn't going to post this but it's been living rent free in my head.

So this guy goes night fishing alone on the East coast¹ breakwater. Cold air, pitch black, just waves and the little glow of his float in the dark. He LOVES this. Says it's the only time he feels real peace.

An hour or two in, his rod suddenly jerks. Hard.

He gets hyped. Big one. Starts reeling. But the line won't budge. Like he hooked a boulder. He's cranking, loosening, cranking again, and then the water starts rippling and something white floats up.

It's a plastic jug. One of those gross old oil containers you see bobbing around in the ocean. Tied to a rope.

He almost just cuts the line. But something felt... off. So he drags the whole thing up onto the breakwater.

Lid's closed. He opens it. Empty. He exhales, tosses it in the corner, goes back to fishing.

That's when things got weird.

His float stops moving completely. Not a single bite. And he gets that feeling. You know the one. Someone's watching him. He turns around and sees a few other fishermen way off in the distance but nobody near him. Nobody.

He glances back at the jug.

The lid is open.

He KNOWS he closed it. And now there's something white inside.

Against every instinct, he walks over. It's a piece of white cloth. He lifts it up and a doll falls out. Old, filthy, shaped like a little kid. Eyes sewn shut with thread. Arms and legs snapped.

He freaks, shoves it back in the jug, chucks the whole thing into the sea.

And then he feels that cold prickle on the back of his neck again. He turns around.

The other fishermen? Gone. All of them. Thick fog has rolled in and swallowed the entire breakwater. He's alone.

Then, behind him, a voice.

"My doll... give it back..."

He turns. In the fog there's a white blurry shape coming toward him. Long hair. Long limp arms just hanging. Moving floppy. Like the doll. He tries to run. His feet WON'T MOVE. Stuck to the ground. And the thing just keeps drifting closer. Slowly. So slowly.

Next morning rescue workers find him unconscious. No injuries. Nothing. But for days he's muttering to himself, seeing things that aren't there. When he finally comes back to himself he tells them everything.

He never went back to that coast again.

And supposedly, late at night on that breakwater, people still sometimes see a white doll floating up from deep water. They say anyone who touches it disappears into the sea.