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Author: R. I covered my mouth with both hands to stop the sound. My eyes darted from wall to wall, reading my name over and over. Why my name? I suddenly felt sick. I swallowed hard, trying to force back my nausea.
I blinked several times, trying to blink the ugly red scrawls away. She adjusted her nightshirt and leaned against her dresser. It was sad. She had tears in her eyes. Her chin trembled. Jed stood silently with his arms crossed in front of his pajama shirt. My whole body was shaking.
Slappy did it! Come on! I turned and bolted from the room. I flew down the hall. They all followed silently behind me. I burst into my room. They hurried close behind. I stepped up to the closet and pulled the door open. That proves it! His head stood erect on his narrow shoulders. He appeared to grin up at us.
His right hand was in his lap. And in his right hand he clutched a fat paintbrush. The bristles on the brush were caked with red paint. But everyone remained silent. Mom and Dad frowned and shook their heads. His eyes stared hard into mine. But he pulled away.
Sara tugged him out of the room. I was shaking all over. I narrowed my eyes at Slappy. Had his grin grown even wider? I stared at the paintbrush in his hand. The red paint on the bristles blurred, blurred until I saw only red.
I blinked several times and turned back to my parents. They shook their heads. How could I prove it to them? I let out an angry cry and slammed the closet door shut. He scratched his bald head. I stood in the center of the room and shut my eyes.
Every time I closed them, I saw red. My heart pounding, I spun around. I grabbed the knob and jerked open the closet door. I grabbed Slappy by the shoulders of his gray jacket and pulled him up from the floor. The paintbrush fell from his hand.
Suddenly there are voices in the attic, strange accidents, and dummies move around mysteriously. Of course there must be a logical explanation, because it's stupid to be scared of a dummy Trina O'Dell's dad used to have a ventriloquist act.
That's why he has all those dummies in the attic. He calls it his Dummy Museum. There's a dummy with freckles. And one with a sneer just like Rocky. Trina and her brother, Dan, think the dummies are pretty cool. But now there are voices in the attic. And dummies keep showing up in the strangest places. No way those dummies could be alive Hot Revenge of the Living Dummy by R. Add a review Your Rating: Your Comment:.
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