Terror grappling at her entire being, Phoebe froze unsure about what she had noticed. It was as if she was caught in a scene in a horror movie, a character that was about to be killed at any moment by a powerful evil force. She pointed her gun at the eye, watching it warily and then, as if to add to her fear, the eye blinked.
Phoebe gasped and took a step back, dealing with ghosts was a walk in the park compared to moving eyes on statues.
"Oh sweet Lord please protect me." She muttered.
Her companions rushed to her side wondering what may have frightened her. All three women stood close with their backs leaning against each other, eyes cautiously moving from left to right and all around.
"What is it? Have you seen something" Maureen asked in an alert tone.
Phoebe's eyes shifted back to the doll. "Did you not see that? The eye kept following me and it blinked."
