edy. My response was of the unexpected, even to me. I told him a lot about the
doll that was purchased by the girl. “It is said to be cursed by the first owner of the
dummy. It is terrifying to think of the possibilities, if it was in fact cursed.” I could
tell he considered the idea that maybe I was not bluffing. “I have never worked a
case in which the purchase of a dummy might be vital evidence,” he told me in disbelief. He left the office. I could tell he was thinking about nothing but the case.
He was walking through town when a store owner watched him walk into the
strangest older store she had ever seen. He walked inside, according to that store’s
owner, and looked on a shelf to find , sitting in an awkward position, was the
creepiest ventriloquist dummy doll with the creepiest smile and the biggest, most
human-like hands and feet. My partner just looked. Three years later, I’m still
searching for his murderer.
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