The baby doll tilted her head in a creepy way, as if she had understood my words. Blood began to flow faster and faster from her eyes.
Her expression grew more grotesque, and tiny hands began reaching out from her mouth one by one.
I was so scared that I dropped to the ground, sitting on my butt. Then, my thoughts got even stranger. “Isn’t she going to puke with so many hands scratching at her throat?”
The doll’s huge eyes held a flicker of confusion. At the next moment, the storm clouds burst, and rain began to pour down in heavy drops.
Just as those tiny hands were about to grip my neck, I couldn’t help but think again, “It’s just candy! I’ll buy it for you. I’ll buy you three. One for your left hand, one for your right, and one for you to stomp on!”
