The flight attendant hurried over and switched on the overhead lights.
There sat my grandson’s doll, looking as innocent as a creature with cracked skin and rotten-looking teeth possibly could.
“Ma’am, what’s going on now?” the attendant asked.
“That thing’s eyes were glowing! Bright red! Like something from a horror movie!”
The attendant leaned closer to inspect it.
Several passengers laughed.
The doll didn’t move.
“I’m not seeing anything unusual.”
“Because it stopped! I’m telling you, it was looking directly at me!”
From somewhere across the aisle, a man muttered, “Maybe it doesn’t like your perfume.”
Several passengers laughed.
I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I nearly hurt myself.
Then the woman suddenly twisted around and pointed straight at me.
“She’s controlling it! I know she is!”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Controlling what?”
“The doll! She’s making it do things!”
“I’ve been sitting here quietly. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
