Book One: Chapter 48

“Hey Beth, what brings you by?” He asked.

“I’m just checking on the place. Taking a peek. Just a looky-loo.” Beth walked past him, peering into the living room. She moved to the mantle, pulling something out of her purse. “I did some soul searching since last we spoke. I believe that a mistake was made.”

Mike gulped when he saw the creepy doll emerge from her purse. She pushed it onto the mantle, positioning its legs so that it sat up correctly.

“Um, well, okay.” What the fuck could he even say? “Is everything all right?”

Beth ignored him, her attention solely on the doll.

“Um, Beth? Hello?” He approached her from behind, the feeling in his gut growing greater. “Are you okay?” He noticed a large bump on the back of her head.

“I’ve never been better,” Beth informed him, her voice suddenly overlaid with another. “I had to wait many months to escape, to come to this place of rest. I watched the door every day, hoping to finally make your acquaintance