31 - Night Of The Living Dummy II - Plot & Excerpts
Slappy said. His threat came out in a harsh, cold rasp. The eerie voice made me shiver. I stared back at him. I couldn’t reply. I gaped into those glassy blue eyes, that red-lipped smirk. “You read the ancient words that bring me to life,” the dummy whispered. “And now you will serve me. You will do everything I ask.” “No!” I finally managed to choke out. “No! Please—!” “Yes!” he cried. The grinning wooden head bobbed up and down, nodding. “Yes, Amy! You are my slave now! My slave forever!” “I w-won’t!” I stammered. “You can’t make me—” My voice caught in my throat. My legs wobbled like rubber. My knees buckled, and I nearly fell. Slappy raised one hand and grabbed my wrist. I felt the cold, wooden fingers tighten around me. “You will do as I tell you—from now on,” the dummy whispered. “Or else…” “Let go of me!” I cried. I struggled to tug my arm free. But his grasp was too tight. “Or else what?” I cried. “Or else I will destroy your sister’s mural,”
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