(A nice horror story to send all the kids to bed, huh Drom!
)
The doll was giggling wildly now, hysterically. I thought I was done for.
But then the old man moved. He took a step forward, the doll was facing me and didn't notice him until he said, "I just wanted to make toys"
I was terrified but in this I saw some hope. He continued, "I just wanted to make pretty dolls for the children." He looked down at the evilly glaring doll in front of him the way a proud father looks at his child. "They
are beautiful, aren't they" he said smiling foolishly.