Her

Something is starting to happen. I can feel it.

She showed up today.

I was taking a walk through the park when a large black labrador came at me. For obvious reasons, I was skittish, but the canine just stopped and sat in front of me, panting. Its eyes were normal.

As I relaxed, a little girl, about four or five, ran up to us.

"Oh, good!" she said. "My dog found you!"

When I looked at her, I saw her large, round eyes and curly brown hair. She was an adorable child.

Until I blinked.

When I opened my eyes again, her face didn't seem quite right.

I blinked again and she was a normal kid again.

Clearing my throat, I said, "This your dog?"

"Yep."

"What's his name?"

"He doesn't have a name. Like me."

I knew  then who what this was--the Unnamed Child. I quickly walked away, leaving them behind.

I heard little footsteps race toward me.

"What's wrong, mister?"

I stopped in my tracks and turned. "I know what you are. Now get away from me and leave me alone!"

I continued, but she followed.

"I said stay away!" I shoved her to the ground, hard.

Tears appeared in her not-quite-right eyes and she started bawling at the top of her lungs.

Others came near, to see what the commotion was, but they hesitated at the sight of her. They apparently saw her as she really was.

I ran out of there as fast as I could and came home. I've looked out the window now and then to make sure she's not coming after me.