Play With Me (Rosinantexreader)

11

You drove down the road a little ways before pulling over and searching it. You didn't want the guy at the diner seeing you check for a child that wasn't actually there.

You didn't know whether you should be relieved or terrified when you didn't find Penelope in your vehicle. Bepo seemed to be fine though, so you got back in your car and continued on to Foosha village. You soon saw a windmill, instead of a welcome to town sign, Foosha village had a windmill to indicate you were in the small town.

It truly was a small town, you could see all the way down to the ocean, where Foosha village ended. Finding the flea market was easy, there was only a handful of streets, and the market was at the end of one, taking up a small grassy area. You easily found a spot to park, clipped Bepo onto his leash, and made your way into the market.

There were only ten vendors, it made it a little difficult to decide who to talk with first as they all appeared to be around your age. Nobody who looked like they were born in the sixties. You decided to try your luck with a vendor who was selling vintage toys.

"Hello, how can I help you today?" The lady at the booth smiled at you.

"Not sure if you can. I came here on the off chance that you or anyone else here knows something about a doll I recently acquired."

"I might know something or someone who does. Go ahead and ask." The lady kindly urged you to ask whatever you were going to ask.

"Honestly, I don't know much. Just that the antique store I got the doll from, got it here in the sixties from someone with the initials G.P.R.. I can't find another doll like her, so I was wondering if this G.P.R. was still around? And if I could buy anymore dolls from them?" You explained.

"Hmm, G.P.R.. Sounds familiar." The lady tapped her chin, her eyes closed as she thought for a moment. She opened her eyes and looked over to the booth next to hers. "Hey, Cody. You know anyone by the initials G.P.R.?"

"G.P.R.? Isn't that Gunter Perry Ronald? He was a creepy guy, you know the one who always sat at the corner there watching everyone." Cody pointed to the end of the flea market where there was an old, rusted park bench. "He also used to walk the streets at night, randomly knocking on people's doors. He died seven years ago. What did you want with him?"

"This young lady has a doll that used to belong to him and was wondering if there was more." The lady vendor you didn't know the name of gestured towards you.

"Doll? Gunter never had a booth here. Don't know what was sold from his place when he died though." Cody shrugged, he turned away from you two when a customer walked up to his booth.

"Bummer. I don't know much about Gunter either, just stories I heard from others. But if you go down the street there's a pub where a lot of old timers hangout, they might know something. Dogs and children are also allowed in." The smiled up at you than looked down, but not at Bepo, she stared at the spot on your other side.

"Children?"

"Yes, your daughter seems so shy." The lady waved at the same spot she was staring at.

Penelope.

"My daughter is very shy, very quiet. I sometimes forget she's with me." You nervously chuckled. You felt a sliver of fear creep up your spine as you looked down next to you and saw nothing. "Thanks for your help, sorry we didn't buy anything. We'll head over to that bar."

"Not at all, I'm happy to help. Have a good day now."

You turned around and made a show of reaching for a child's hand, you didn't want the nice vendor lady to think you were odd for ignoring your child that didn't actually exist. To your surprise and horror, you felt a tiny, cold hand grab onto yours. You left the flea market and headed down the street, the whole time you kept a hold of the ghostly hand. Afraid of what might happen if you let go.