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I picked it up and examined it sadly.
No pictures. No proof.
I turned back to find Dad scowling at me. “No more wasting my time, Trina.
You two are grounded until further notice. I’m so disgusted with both of you.
Your mother and I will think of other punishments after your cousin leaves.”
Then Dad waved a hand at Slappy and Rocky. “Put them away. Right now. And
stay out of the attic. Stay away from my dummies. That’s all I have to say to you. Good
night.”
Dad turned away sharply and stomped down the stairs.
I glanced at Dan and shrugged. I didn’t know what to say.
My heart was pounding. I was so angry. So upset. So hurt. My chest
felt about to explode.
I bent down to pick up Slappy.
The dummy winked at me.
His ugly grin grew wider. And then he puckered his red lips and made
disgusting, wet kissing sounds.
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“Don’t touch me, slave,” Slappy growled.
I gasped and jumped back. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. I
wrapped my arms around myself to stop my body from trembling.
“You—you really are alive?” Dan asked softly.
“You bet your soft head I am!” the dummy roared.
“What do you want?” I cried. “Why are you doing this to us? Why are you
getting us in all this trouble?”
The ugly grin spread over his face. “If you treat me nice, slaves, maybe I
won’t get you in any more trouble. Maybe you’ll get lucky.” He tapped his head
and added, “Knock on wood.”
“We’re not your slaves!” I insisted.
He tossed back his head and let out a dry laugh. “Who’s the dummy here?” he
cried. “You or me?”
“You carried Rocky downstairs all those times?” Dan asked. I could see that
my brother was having a hard time believing this, too.
“You don’t think that bag of kindling can move on his own, do you?” Slappy
sneered. “I had some fun with that ugly guy. I put him at the scene of the
crimes to throw you off the track. To keep you slaves guessing.”
“And you smashed Zane’s camera and ruined the dinner party?” I demanded.
He narrowed his eyes to evil slits. “I’ll do much worse if you slaves don’t
obey me.”
I could feel the anger rising through my body. “You—you’re going to ruin
everything!” I screamed at him. “You’re going to ruin our lives! You’re going to
keep us from going to camp this summer!”
Slappy snickered. “You won’t be going to camp. You’ll be staying home to take
good care of me!”
And then I exploded.
“Nooooo!” I uttered a long wail of protest.
I grabbed his head in both hands. I started to tug.
I remembered his head had been split in two when Dad found him. I planned to
pull his head apart—to split it in two again!
He kicked his legs frantically and thrashed his arms.
His heavy shoes kicked at my legs.
But I held on tight. Pulling. Pulling. Struggling to pull his head apart.
“Let me try! Let me try!” Dan called.
I let out a sigh and dropped the dummy to the floor. “It’s no use,” I told Dan. “Dad did too good a job. It’s glued tight.”
Slappy scrambled to his feet. He shook his head. “Thanks for the head
massage, slave! Now rub my back!” He laughed, an ugly dry laugh that sounded
more like a cough.
Dan stared at the dummy in wide-eyed horror. “Trina—what are we going to
do?” he cried, his voice just above a whisper.
“How about a game of Kick the Dummy Down the Stairs?” Slappy suggested,
leering at us. “We’ll take turns being the dummy. You can go first!”
“We—we have to do something!” Dan stammered. “He’s a monster! He’s
evil! We have to get rid of him!”
But how? I wondered.
How?
And then I had an idea.
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Slappy must have read my thoughts. He turned and started to run.
But I dove fast—and wrapped my hands around his skinny legs.
He let out a harsh, angry cry as I began twisting his legs around each other,
struggling to tie them in a knot.
He swung an arm. The wooden hand caught me on the
No pictures. No proof.
I turned back to find Dad scowling at me. “No more wasting my time, Trina.
You two are grounded until further notice. I’m so disgusted with both of you.
Your mother and I will think of other punishments after your cousin leaves.”
Then Dad waved a hand at Slappy and Rocky. “Put them away. Right now. And
stay out of the attic. Stay away from my dummies. That’s all I have to say to you. Good
night.”
Dad turned away sharply and stomped down the stairs.
I glanced at Dan and shrugged. I didn’t know what to say.
My heart was pounding. I was so angry. So upset. So hurt. My chest
felt about to explode.
I bent down to pick up Slappy.
The dummy winked at me.
His ugly grin grew wider. And then he puckered his red lips and made
disgusting, wet kissing sounds.
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“Don’t touch me, slave,” Slappy growled.
I gasped and jumped back. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. I
wrapped my arms around myself to stop my body from trembling.
“You—you really are alive?” Dan asked softly.
“You bet your soft head I am!” the dummy roared.
“What do you want?” I cried. “Why are you doing this to us? Why are you
getting us in all this trouble?”
The ugly grin spread over his face. “If you treat me nice, slaves, maybe I
won’t get you in any more trouble. Maybe you’ll get lucky.” He tapped his head
and added, “Knock on wood.”
“We’re not your slaves!” I insisted.
He tossed back his head and let out a dry laugh. “Who’s the dummy here?” he
cried. “You or me?”
“You carried Rocky downstairs all those times?” Dan asked. I could see that
my brother was having a hard time believing this, too.
“You don’t think that bag of kindling can move on his own, do you?” Slappy
sneered. “I had some fun with that ugly guy. I put him at the scene of the
crimes to throw you off the track. To keep you slaves guessing.”
“And you smashed Zane’s camera and ruined the dinner party?” I demanded.
He narrowed his eyes to evil slits. “I’ll do much worse if you slaves don’t
obey me.”
I could feel the anger rising through my body. “You—you’re going to ruin
everything!” I screamed at him. “You’re going to ruin our lives! You’re going to
keep us from going to camp this summer!”
Slappy snickered. “You won’t be going to camp. You’ll be staying home to take
good care of me!”
And then I exploded.
“Nooooo!” I uttered a long wail of protest.
I grabbed his head in both hands. I started to tug.
I remembered his head had been split in two when Dad found him. I planned to
pull his head apart—to split it in two again!
He kicked his legs frantically and thrashed his arms.
His heavy shoes kicked at my legs.
But I held on tight. Pulling. Pulling. Struggling to pull his head apart.
“Let me try! Let me try!” Dan called.
I let out a sigh and dropped the dummy to the floor. “It’s no use,” I told Dan. “Dad did too good a job. It’s glued tight.”
Slappy scrambled to his feet. He shook his head. “Thanks for the head
massage, slave! Now rub my back!” He laughed, an ugly dry laugh that sounded
more like a cough.
Dan stared at the dummy in wide-eyed horror. “Trina—what are we going to
do?” he cried, his voice just above a whisper.
“How about a game of Kick the Dummy Down the Stairs?” Slappy suggested,
leering at us. “We’ll take turns being the dummy. You can go first!”
“We—we have to do something!” Dan stammered. “He’s a monster! He’s
evil! We have to get rid of him!”
But how? I wondered.
How?
And then I had an idea.
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Slappy must have read my thoughts. He turned and started to run.
But I dove fast—and wrapped my hands around his skinny legs.
He let out a harsh, angry cry as I began twisting his legs around each other,
struggling to tie them in a knot.
He swung an arm. The wooden hand caught me on the
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