شبی با عروسک زنده فصل 15

Night of the Living Dummy - Chapter 15

“Who?” Kris repeated, letting the tears run down her cheeks. “Who?”

““I have,” Lindy said. Her smile spread into a grin almost as wide as Slappy’s. She closed her eyes and laughed.

“Huh?” Kris didn’t understand. “What did you say?”

“I said I have been doing it,” Lindy repeated. “Me. Lindy. It was all a joke, Kris. I gotcha again.” She nodded her head as if confirming her words.

Kris gaped at her twin in disbelief. “It was all a joke?”

Lindy kept nodding.

“You moved Mr. Wood during the night? You dressed him in my clothes and made him say those gross things to me? You put him in the kitchen? You made that horrible mess?” Lindy chuckled. “Yeah. I really scared you, didn’t I?”

Kris balled her hands into angry fists. “But—but—” she sputtered. “Why?” “For fun,” Lindy replied, dropping back onto her bed, still grinning.

“Fun?”

“I wanted to see if I could scare you,” Lindy explained. “It was just a joke. You know. I can’t believe you fell for that voice in the closet just now! I must be a really good ventriloquist!” “But, Lindy—”

“You really believed Mr. Wood was alive or something!” Lindy said, laughing, enjoying her victory. “You’re such a nit!” “Nit?”

“Half a nitwit!” Lindy burst into wild laughter.

“It isn’t funny,” Kris said softly.

“I know,” Lindy replied. “It’s a riot! You should’ve seen the look on your face when you saw Mr. Wood downstairs in your precious beads and earrings!” “How—how did you ever think of such a mean joke?” Kris demanded.

“It just came to me,” Lindy answered with some pride. “When you got your dummy.” “You didn’t want me to get a dummy,” Kris said thoughtfully.

“You’re right,” Lindy quickly agreed. “I wanted something that would be mine, for a change. I’m so tired of you being a copycat. So—” “So you thought of this mean joke,” Kris accused.

Lindy nodded.

Kris strode angrily to the window and pressed her forehead against the glass. “I—I can’t believe I was so stupid,” she muttered.

“Neither can I,” Lindy agreed, grinning again.

“You really made me start thinking that Mr. Wood was alive or something,” Kris said, staring out the window to the back yard below. “You really made me afraid of him.” “Aren’t I brilliant!” Lindy proclaimed.

Kris turned to face her sister. “I’m never speaking to you again,” she said angrily.

Lindy shrugged. “It was just a joke.”

“No,” Kris insisted. “It was too mean to be just a joke. I’m never speaking to you again. Never.” “Fine,” Lindy replied curtly. “I thought you had a sense of humor. Fine.” She slid into bed, her back to Kris, and pulled the covers up over her head.

I’ve got to find a way to pay her back for this, Kris thought. But how?