“The doll will come alive and kill me in my sleep, I assume.”
“Shush! No spoilers.”
I sat on the edge of my bed as Mr. Grey unlocked his little suitcase. Out came the doll.
“A little underwhelming,” I said. I was expecting something a bit creepier. I’d seen, well, I didn’t actually watch the movie, but I had seen posters of, Annabelle. This was just a doll like thousands of other dolls across the US.
“Now, now,” Mr. Grey said. “Let’s not judge a book by its cover. I promise you, this doll can and will kill you.” He set it up on my shelf. “Just give it time.”
“How much time?” I asked.
“Oh, usually a week, but at least within a month.”
“Fine,” I sighed, laying back on my bed.
Mr. Grey coughed.
“Sir,” he said after a pause.
“Yes, Mr. Grey?”
“There’s a little matter of payment.”
I laughed.
“It would be difficult for you to pay me, you see, from beyond the grave.”
“I left your money in the purse on the table,” I said.
“I see no purse,” he said.
“Green, looks like a frog.”
“Ah yes, I see it. Well, thank you. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
The door closed.
I glanced over at the doll.
“I hope so,” I said.
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