*Originally published in The Horror Tree: Trembling With Fear, copyright (c) 2018
A porcelain doll sits on a shelf in Granny's guest bedroom.
Her gown glows like moonlight.
When I nod off, she titters.
When I startle awake, her hand rests against her flour-white cheek.
I climb out of bed, eyes on the doll, and inch toward the door. I turn to open it.
Something hits the hardwood.
Tiny saddle-shoes tip-tap toward me.
I rush into the hallway and pull the door shut.
She kicks, bangs, and unleashes lunatic giggles.
She can't reach the knob.
I slink toward the living room couch, curl up.
Over the piano, the clown oil painting glowers.
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