The Growing Void

Barty looked closer and thought the face looked a bit like his old mother, but couldn’t be sure as it became fuzzy the more he focused on it. He decided to try something. He grabbed one of his mother’s dolls from the shelf above the dining room table and tossed it at the face. The eyes immediately locked onto the doll as it flew and the mouth stretched toward the doll, opening wide as it approached and a long, wormlike tongue shot out and wrapped the doll up and dragged it inside the mouth. Barty thought he detected a smile in the face as it seemed to chew on the doll, somewhat intensely. He knew what to do.