'What a vain little doll!' And then I thought: 'I'm dreaming all this because John said the doll was so
life-like he wouldn't be surprised to see it walk.' And then I thought: 'But I can't be dreaming, or I
wouldn't be trying to account for what I'm dreaming!' And then it all seemed so absurd that I laughed. I
knew I had made no sound. I knew I couldn't…that the laugh was inside me. But it was as though the doll
had heard me. It turned and looked straight at me-
"My heart seemed to die within me. I've had nightmares, Dr. Lowell-but never in the worst of them did I
feel as I did when the doll's eyes met mine…
"They were the eyes of a devil! They shone red. I mean they were-were-luminous…like some animal's
eyes in the dark. But it was the-the-hellishness in them that made me feel as though a hand had gripped
my heart! Those eyes from hell in that face like one of God's own angels…