China doll

Fresh blood

Fred went over to a door he cracked his knuckles he whispered ready or not hear I come I'm going to punch your tum. I creaked the door open my hand touched something sticky I looked at my hand it was blood,fresh blood.

I realised it was a joke it was probably a Juice box I peaked inside but what I saw words cannot describe there was a dead caucus lying on the floor their was a whole in his face like some person had chewed into it.

I heard Victorian nursery music and that aerie voice saying I was just playing.