By David Pela
“And you’ll be staying in the Dianne room.”
She looked at the pictures of her mother on the wall, the skirted vanity, the pink bedspread. It was a shrine to her still-living mother.
The worst part was the dolls. They had terrified her when she was growing up. She could never bring herself to play with them.
They were all here—the bride doll seated with arms outstretched, Debbie, as tall as a five year old against the wall, the princess Ingoo among others.
She lay awake all night on the bed, fully clothed with her car keys in her hand.
Vivid, haunting & easy to relate to.
A chilling little tale, well told. Very good!
It begs for 1,001 words more. Can hear the campfire silence waiting for the ending.
Creepomatic!