The Creepy Doll

On an old wooden chair in the corner, sits the doll.  One eye is missing and a radiating fracture from the corner of her skull hints at why.  The other eye gazes blankly but always seems to meet passersby.  That one eye follows, always gazing, always judging.  Her petrifying gaze leads to an inescapable nightmare. No fight. No flight. Only freeze in her icy stare. Caught in the terror, there is no out, only through. Over in seconds, the changes last forever and the nightmare remains embedded. How that will change you, is anyone's guess.  But it will change you.