When I was a child, I have to admit, I was a little freaked out by her when I’d go to my cousin’s house. I think it was her eyes that freaked me out the most, then that little smirk saying “I know something you don’t”.
Going through the aisle in a toy store with the thousands of little eyes watching you as you pass, waiting to be set free from the plastic shield of a box protecting you from them can be a little freaky. Their smiles wooing you into apathy, bodies enticing you with their fashions. “I want you take me home,” they all yell behind unmoving lips. “I want to destroy you.”