My grandson was going to adore it.
The doll had come with a remote control, which I discreetly slipped into my cardigan pocket.
Then I settled my new friend into my old seat and tucked my travel blanket around her.
Only a few strands of black hair stuck out.
My neighbor barely noticed. She was too busy scrolling through her phone, probably celebrating her victory.
I collected my belongings and walked toward my new seat.
I’d barely sat down when a shriek echoed through the cabin.
“WHAT IS THAT?!”
I looked up.
The woman had pulled away the blanket and was staring directly into the doll’s horrible face.
“AAAAAH!”
Several passengers turned around.
“Oh, you found my grandson’s present!” I called out.
“YOUR WHAT?!”
“It’s a Halloween gift,” I explained cheerfully. “My grandson loves scary things. Isn’t she precious?”
“PRECIOUS?! THAT THING LOOKS POSSESSED!”
I pressed a hand to my chest.
