شبی با عروسک زنده 2 فصل 13

Night of the Living Dummy 2 - Chapter 13

I shut my eyes, listening to my sister’s screams.

What now? I thought with a shudder. What now?

“Ohh!” I let out a low cry when I saw that my closet door was open a crack.

My heart pounding, I climbed out of bed and began running down the hall to Sara’s room. Mom, Dad, and Jed were already on their way.

“Mom! Dad! Look what she did!” Sara screamed.

“Oh, no!” I heard Mom and Dad shriek.

I stopped in the doorway, peered in—and gasped.

Sara’s bedroom walls! They were smeared with red paint!

Someone had taken a thick paintbrush and had scrawled AMY AMY AMY AMY in huge red letters all over Sara’s walls.

“Noooo!” I moaned. I covered my mouth with both hands to stop the sound.

My eyes darted from wall to wall, reading my name over and over.

AMY AMY AMY AMY.

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.

AMY AMY AMY AMY.

“Why?” Sara asked me in a trembling voice. She adjusted her nightshirt and leaned against her dresser. “Why, Amy?” I suddenly realized that everyone was staring at me.

“I—I—I—” I sputtered.

“Amy, this cannot continue,” Dad said solemnly. His expression wasn’t angry. It was sad.

“We’ll get you some help, dear,” Mom said. She had tears in her eyes. Her chin trembled.

Jed stood silently with his arms crossed in front of his pajama shirt.

“Why, Amy?” Sara demanded again.

“But—I didn’t!” I finally choked out.

“Amy—no stories,” Mom said softly.

“But, Mom—I didn’t do it!” I insisted shrilly.

“This is serious,” Dad murmured, rubbing his whiskery chin. “Amy, do you realize how serious this is?” Jed reached out two fingers and rubbed them over one of the red paint scrawls. “Dry,” he reported.

“That means it was done early in the night,” Dad said, his eyes locked on me. “Do you realize how bad this is? This isn’t just mischief.” I took a deep breath. My whole body was shaking. “Slappy did it!” I blurted out. “I’m not crazy, Dad! I’m not! You’ve got to believe me! Slappy did it!” “Amy, please—” Mom said softly.

“Come with me!” I cried. “I’ll prove it. I’ll prove that Slappy did it. Come on!” I didn’t wait for them to reply. I turned and bolted from the room.

I flew down the hall. They all followed silently behind me.

“Is Amy sick or something?” I heard Jed ask my parents.

I didn’t hear the answer.

I burst into my room. They hurried close behind.

I stepped up to the closet and pulled the door open.

“See?” I cried, pointing to Slappy. “See? That proves it! Slappy did it!”