There was an episode of Alfred Hitchcock Presents about a woman who becomes infatuated with a ventriloquist and spends her life following him around the country to see all his performances. She finally gets a chance to privately meet him, but disobeys his order to keep her distance. She touches him and his lifeless “body” falls crashing to the floor, a glass eye falling out, as the little “dummy” yells at her. She grabs the eye out as she runs away – scared, humiliated and heartbroken. That eye becomes her most cherished possession, a momento of her one true love, until her death decades later as a lonely broken recluse.
There was an episode of Alfred Hitchcock Presents about a woman who becomes infatuated with a ventriloquist and spends her life following him around the country to see all his performances. She finally gets a chance to privately meet him, but disobeys his order to keep her distance. She touches him and his lifeless “body” falls crashing to the floor, a glass eye falling out, as the little “dummy” yells at her. She grabs the eye out as she runs away – scared, humiliated and heartbroken. That eye becomes her most cherished possession, a momento of her one true love, until her death decades later as a lonely broken recluse.
What if Ida Noe is real and Ava Luna is the doll?