It's a small child. Pale white, with a little dirt. It's eyes, though, are black balls. Sightless, yet voracious and ireful, and you can always feel it, watching you. Its face is almost lifelike. Almost. It gives the sense of being more porcelain than actual living creature, bearing no discernible expression. Its voice is raspy, and rarely speaks. More of a small, mocking giggle. And then its smile. It forms like a crack upon the porcelain, spreading much farther than a human smile ever could, revealing naught but a gaping bleakness, with a shrill screech that pierces into your very mind.
Well there ya go, the little beasty I sometimes use in my horror shorts.