Chrissie is Back
Chrissie Is Back
When Dad picked up Chrissie at the center, he was a little surprised that she had her Scary Perry doll in her arms. He didn’t remember her taking it.
“Yes, I did, Daddy, it was in my suitcase.”
“Not when I packed it.”
“I put it in after you left the room.”
He didn’t argue with her.
We made a big deal of her coming home but she just stood in the doorway of the dining room and glared at all of us. She wouldn’t come in and eat her cake or ice cream.
“I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” She announced and walked out.
“Oh, shit.” I said and sank inelegantly into a dining room chair.
“Elizabeth! What’s wrong?” Mother scolded then asked, also worried.
“She’s on the war path and now we’re all in danger.” I said.
“Jason … what did the doctor say?” Mom asked Dad.
“She has sociopathic tendencies. She has no empathy what so ever. Adriane … what Elizabeth and Catherine have been telling us about her for the last six years is her true personality.” He answered her sadly.
Mom stumbled as if struck in the head and also sank, inelegantly, into a dining room chair.
She just stared blankly at the cake for a long time then tears welled up in her eyes and she looked to Dad. “What can we do?”
“He wants the family, the whole family, in therapy to help her fit into society.”
“We’re not going to have the chance, Daddy. She’s going to start knocking us off tonight.” I said very quietly, staring at the stairs.
But everyone around that table heard me.
“What are you talking about?” Robert asked.
I looked at him with the deadest eyes he’d ever seen in my face. He actually recoiled from the look.
“That damned Scary Perry doll is a conduit to something so evil we couldn’t even imagine it.”
“Mommy … dolls can’t hurt you … can they?” Teddy asked and began to cry.
“Don’t tell him no, Mom. This doll can hurt us. It killed Whiskers.” I shouted and bolted for the stairs and to my room I shared with Chrissie. She had locked me out.
“Open the door, Chrissie!” I yelled.
“You may as well open the door now. If I get Dad he’ll let me in with the key then take the lock out altogether.” I said quietly.
In a minute the door clicked. I waited a few seconds and opened the door.
She was sitting on her bed side with the doll in her lap holding it with both arms like she’d hold a baby to her. She just glared at me.
“Look, Imp, I didn’t say anything to Dad or Mom about you or that stupid doll until you were gone. It wasn’t my idea to send you to that place, it was Daddy’s.”
“You and Cat wanted me sent away so you could burn my doll.”
“Yeah, but you fooled us and took the doll with you.”
“No I didn’t. It followed me. I was there a whole day before the doll showed up. They tried to take it away too but it always came back to me. It’s my protector now.”
“Chrissie, you don’t think like normal people. You don’t understand emotions.”
“I understand just fine! You all hate me! Well … you won’t have to worry about that for long. You all are going to die!” She said very quietly and I swear to God that stupid doll turned its head and grinned at me!
I started across the room toward her but I was well outside arms reach when I hit an invisible wall that knocked me on my ass.
“You can’t touch me, you can’t touch him. None of you can stop me.” She said softly without looking at me but then I saw a tear run down her cheek.
“I want to give you a hug, sister. I’m happy you’re home again.” I said with sincerity and I saw that disgusting doll change expression. It was puzzled now and Chrissie shook her head and gave me a look of total despair and fear before her face fell back to that non-expression and the doll smiled, evilly.
I slowly got up from the floor and walked out of the room, dreading a knife in my back the whole distance to the hall. I made myself walk calmly down the hall but I ran down the stairs to the dining room where everyone was still standing around.
“She’s possessed!” I blurted. “Dad, Chrissie is possessed by that thing and she’s scared.” I told them.
“Elizabeth, stop scaring everyone. Your sister is not possessed, she’s just … her brain isn’t wired normally.”
“You are not listening! Harry tell them!” I shouted.
“Tell us what, Harry?” Dad turned to him.
“The incantation on the box the doll came in … it is a real occult incantation that invites a nasty spirit to inhabit the doll and without the magical controls of a mage, it probably has jumped to Chrissie. Dad … you may not believe this stuff, but Elizabeth is right, we’re all in danger.”
Then the most ominous sound spread through the house; the sound of all the doors and windows being locked at the same time.