"I don't know how long it stood there, glaring at me. But at last it swung itself down and sat on the edge
of the dressing table, legs swinging like a child's and still with its eyes on mine. Then slowly, deliberately,
it lifted its little arm and reached behind its neck. Just as slowly it brought its arm back. In its hand was a
long pin…like a dagger…
"It dropped from the dressing table to the floor. It skipped toward me and was hidden by the bottom of
the bed. An instant and it had clambered up the bed and stood, still looking at me with those red eyes, at
John's feet.
"I tried to cry out, tried to move, tried to arouse John. I prayed-'Oh, God, wake him up! Dear
God-wake him!'
"The doll looked away from me. It stood there, looking at John. It began to creep along his body, up