The Collector

Dougley was the picture of madness.  He'd dumped out his drawers, flipped up the mattress, and was running his fingers along the tops of door frames, muttering to himself the whole way.

It was at roughly this moment that Effie came in, knocking the stool out from under him.  His head hit the floor with a crack.

"Oh dear," said Effie, scrambling to help Dougley up.  "Oh dear oh dear, are you hurt?"

Dougley put a hand to his head while his eyes settled themselves in his skull.  He was ashen...