Chapter 16
It was only 4 AM, but he got into his red truck and turned the key.
The engine screamed, reluctant to start up at such an early hour. But eventually, it rumbled to life. He drove immediately to Mr. Vladimir’s house. There were so many coincidences happening he couldn’t deny that something was going on, and he wanted a better explanation. If this dollhouse was cursed, and Mr. Vladimir made it, then he should know how to stop it. So he drove and he sat in the perfect driveway the expensive house. Then he turned off the truck and wondered what the hell he was doing there. He had questions, but it was more than just he had questions, he had problems. How many stages until he started killing?
He had broken a bone, he was having nightmares and sleepwalking – but there were more stages before he murdered anyone. Wasn’t crying blood next, then fury or something?
If this dollhouse was cursed, by a witch, then where was the witch? He didn’t particularly believe in the paranormal, but he didn’t have to. If he could convince the witch to fix the damn problem for him, then this would be over.
While he sat, trying to make sense of this situation, he heard shouting from inside of the house. And he stood and waited, rolling down his window and straining to hear the words.
“How many families must you ruin mother! I know you are mad at dad, but now innocent people are caught up in this curse. It’s disgusting! You can’t stay here any longer.” The could hear Mr. Vladimir’s voice carrying out into the night. He saw some lights flicker, as of the two of them were striding through the house turning lights on and off as they walked. He didn’t hear the lady replied, not with words, but with a painful screech. The front door clattered open, and out snarled an old lady. She was carrying a bag that looked awfully like Mary Poppins bag, a cloth carpet bag. Her hair was silver, and chaotically sticking out everywhere. His eyes were wide as he stared at her. She didn’t even seem to notice them, hopping in her own yellow car, and squealing down the road. Mr. Vladimir never came outside.
After she squealed away he turned his truck back on. And he followed her down the road. Surely, if there was a witch, it was her. He wasn’t following very closely, because he wasn’t totally sure what he was doing. Was he about to confront her? He kept her in his sight the entire time. It was an easy task, because at four in the morning there were not many cars on the road. He followed at a leisurely pace so as not to be too suspicious. She was driving out to the woods, a place had been many times with his wife, with his child, and with his own father. It was one of his favorite places to hunt. The woods were thick and full of animals to hunt, deer, rabbits, and apparently witches. When she turned onto a scraggly dirt road he pulled over and turned off his truck.
He was 100% certain if he followed her down that road she would know he was following her, and he was already concerned that she suspected. But it didn’t matter, there were only a few cabins down that road. And if he wanted to find her later it wouldn’t be hard. Especially not for an expert hunter like him. He wished he had brought his rifle.
Did he really intend to shoot her?
The thought sobered him. And his cell rang. The noise pierced his ears and quickened his heart. It was only 4:30am, why was Kelly calling? He answered.
She said, “Where the fuck are you? Coralina is on the roof, I need your help.”
