RingRing! Bonnie Carlson jumped. Who could be ringing at this ungodly hour? Moodily, Bonnie bumbled over to the phone. “Whatdoyouwant?” she growled down the receiver.
“Hello Bonnie. I apologise for disturbing you at this time but we have an issue,” It was her boss. “The old ventriloquist’s ‘Will’ has gone missing and we need you to sort it out, check round his house for evidence of where it could have disappeared to.” Miserable at the thought of having to unglue herself from the TV, Bonnie took down the address.
This may seem like an odd job, however, Bonnie was used to it. It wasn’t uncommon for the town she lived in. The town was perched somewhat precariously on the side of a mountain. I won’t tell you what mountain as I wouldn’t want you to find yourself amidst the strange goings on. But let’s just say that after midnight you might find yourself not as alive as before. Anyway where ever the mountain was, it was famous for steep, treacherous climbs up, and its long tumbles back down again.
Grumbling yet again, (what idiot builds his house on such a high peek?) Bonnie began to climb the treacherous incline ahead. The car strained and wheezed as it gradually meandered uphill. If Bonnie had been unsure about if she was in the right place, she now knew she was. The melancholy atmosphere was thick and hung like a veil, shrouding the house. The house was ordinary, red brick, 1800’s. Normal for the village.
It took more courage than usual to enter the house. Breathing quietly, as if afraid to wake the dead owner, she stepped over the threshold and into the house. The first thing Bonnie realised that despite its ordinary exterior and interior, this house was strange. “Aha!” Bonnie’s eyes fell upon the will sitting on the desk, that wasn’t hard. What was she worried about? Bonnie paused. Something caught her eye. A small doll, with ringlets and a pink pinafore. You may think that because of this she had a pretty face. Yes? No. Her face, if you could call it that, was gnarled and twisted. Bonnie had never liked dolls and this one really spooked her. She snatched up the will and briskly exited the house.
Quickly she jumped into her car and set off. In her mirror she could see a man in a lorry speeding along behind her, flashing his lights. It wasn’t long before he was shouting, “Pull over,” Bonnie didn’t. She kept on driving. Her car was slow so he drew level with her. He barred her way.
“Get out the car now,” he urged. Bonnie was fuming. In the distance church bells were tolling. Midnight. “Young man…” too late. Bonnie’s neck was broken clean in two. Like a bat out of hell the man jumped into his lorry and drove off. Only pausing to stare into that gnarled twisted face.
Don’t stay out after midnight, you might find yourself DEAD!
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