Louise experienced a very
unsettling and heavy uneasiness weighing down upon her the whole day, even
though she tried to appear cheerful and upbeat for her customers. Her store looked
perfect again…thanks to Tom and Edward’s repair work, but inside she felt torn
up.
She had hidden away the
mannequin—which she’d thrown through the front window to escape the locked
store—in the back room behind all her stored merchandise. She had no desire ever
to see it again: it would always remind her of being locked in an airless room.
Like a
sealed tomb.
She returned from the back
room and was shocked to come face to face with the same mannequin that she’d
just packed away. It was back in its original spot—right smack in the middle of
the store. She gazed in wonder at its porcelain face, shocked to see that its
expression had changed from a pleasant smiling one to a mockingly evil one. She
dragged it back to the storage room, burying it far back behind everything
else, and then locked the room’s steel door.
She feared that she was
losing control of her life. She was imagining that her store had joined forces
with the dark shadows of the night in their demented crusade against her. She
was dreading this evening’s party even more than before, praying that it turned
out to be just a simple party. However, in her heart she knew that this was not
to be the case—that all their lives would be changed forever after tonight.
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