She's Such a Doll

 

Her black lifeless eyes stare into mine. Perfect porcelain features, expressionless...I'm held transfixed.

 

"Genuine haunted doll," claimed eBay's description. Just a gimmick, something to push the price up. She looked creepy.

 

I won the bidding.


Lucky me.

 

She arrived early yesterday. I placed her on the table. Now, here I sit. Can't move. I'm so thirsty...hungry — yet I can't force myself to look away, locked in her deadly stare...

 

Phone's ringing...Beth!

 

She'll still come over if I don't answer, won't she?

 

“Okay, well, I guess you're busy. I'm off on my trip. See you in two weeks when I get home. Kisses!”

 

Dear God...