The Demon in the Doll

Chapter 33

Hello. It's Tommy Kingsley again, and this is my last chapter. I'm here to tell you how I got my mojo back, and it was a lot easier than I thought it would be.

After the horrific deaths of Agent Olividatti and my partner Lenny Brown, I was a complete mess. This should come as no surprise. I'm not some psychopath who was born without a conscience. Far from it. In fact, I've always considered myself a child of God. With that said, I had led two innocent men to their deaths, and thoughts of suicide kept swirling around my feverish brain. I was actually a cunt hair away from putting a bullet through my brain. I shit you not.

On Friday night, I got a call from my boss. She was crying over the phone as she told me about the mass shooting at the high school. And who could blame her? Hundreds of people had just been murdered.

She said, "I need you to get your ass down here as soon as possible."

"Let me pray on it."

"What?"

"Those folk are already dead, and there's nothing I can do to help them. I'm more concerned with the living. There has to be a way to stop Wangtu. If we don't send him back to hell, he'll end up murdering the entire city."

"Well, I'm giving you 48 hours to exterminate that demon with extreme prejudice. If you fail, I'll fire your ass. You'll be standing in the unemployment line by Monday. Mark my words."

"Fire me? That's a bit harsh, isn't it? You don't have any solutions, either."

"Yes, but somebody has to take the blame, and it ain't gonna be me. Shit rolls downhill, fuckhead. So get it done. No excuses this time."

I hung up the phone. I was an able-bodied young man, so finding a new job wouldn't be too hard. Perhaps I'd just go ahead and learn a trade like welding or pipefitting. Those professions seemed to do OK in the money department, and I wouldn't have to spend the rest of my life in the pursuit of homicidal maniacs. But I'd definitely miss being a cop. There was something about the profession that gave me a boner. No two days were ever alike, and adventure was always lurking around the corner.

I got down on my knees and lowered my head. Then I began praying. When I looked up, I saw that Didymus was sitting on the sofa. There was a large metallic box perched in his lap. It was more than five feet long. In one hand, he was holding a length of chain, and in the other, he was gripping a sturdy padlock.

I said, "Hello, Didymus. Long time, no see."

He nodded gravely. "Yes, it's been a while. But I did tell you that we would meet again."

I nodded. "I only wish it was under better circumstances."

"You've been going through some rough times, huh?"

"The roughest you can imagine. Wangtu is slowly eating me alive."

"He's a real piece of work, that Wangtu! It's rumored that he's even unpopular with his fellow demons. Nobody likes him—the good or the evil."

"So what should I do?"

"You're going to send him back to where he belongs. It's God's will, and God always gets what he wants." Then he handed me the box, the length of chain, and the padlock. "You need to drive to Buddy Griner's house. In his room, you'll find a sex doll. That's Wangtu's home away from hell."

"So he actually lives in that thing, huh?"

Didymus smiled. "Does that surprise you?"

I shrugged. "Not really now that I'm thinking about it."

"Put the doll in the box you are holding. Then lock it with the chain. After that, throw it in the bayou. If you do as I say, you will never see Wangtu again unless..."