'The Evil Face' by Elisa Hill

Sally went into her mother’s house.
"I’ve got the new photos, you know the ones of the Queen Mother going to the army base?"
"Oh wonderful, I’ll put the kettle on!"
They both sat down while the children worked their way through a box of toys.
“Five minutes peace for you."
"Yes!” Sally replied, already troubled by one of the photos. “Can you see anything strange, in this photo?"
Her mother studied it intently. "No, what is it?" She sensed her daughter’s unease
"What does that look like in the corner?
"It’s the reflection of a doll, isn’t it?”
Her daughter agreed, not wanting to worry her mother any more. Her mother sat down and played with the children. She tried not to think or talk about the disturbing things that happened when she was at there: the foot steps at night when everyone was in bed; the strange bangs, as if a large metal object was being dropped in the kitchen; things which fell off the shelves when no-one was in the room; ornaments which flew off the top of the t.v, and, the most disturbing so far, was when her daughter had been coming through the back gate and had an apple thrown at her from an empty garden.
She stared down at the photo, aware that her mother was trying not to watch her. There she was alone in the house, her husband across the road taking the photo of the kids in the pushchair outside in the garden. All the neighbours were waiting in anticipation of the royal car, waving flags and talking excitedly. She saw herself in the bay window, smiling and next to her there was that shimmering, evil, little face.