Book Two: Chapter 43

Beth couldn’t help but smile at the sight of a grown man hugging a doll. He brushed the dirt off of Jenny and walked back toward Beth. “Okay, let’s go,” she said.

“Jenny?” He was looking at the doll suspiciously now. “Jenny, are you here?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I... I can’t explain it, but when I let her out, it felt like she... left.” He handed Beth the doll. “Here, see if you feel it too.”

“I’m not sure-” she froze, contemplating Jenny’s limp form. Gone was the familiar sinister aura from the doll. “You’re right.”

“Jenny?” He looked around, walking toward the back of the crypt. “Are you there?”

Above them, they heard the pews all slide across the floor, a noise that made them both jump. The temperature in the room dropped dramatically, causing her teeth to chatter. The flashlight’s beam dimmed, revealing that the emerald in Beth’s pocket was now glowing bright enough that she could see it through her clothes.

“Oh shit.” Mike pushed past her and