Korean Ghost Stories

2. The wax doll

It sucks. I think I'm really bad at writing. Well, it's reallt predictable, but...oh well. Oh, and just a reminder, this is a collection of short stories, and none of the chapters are related, unless I say that it is.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"We're broke. We need to find a way to get some money. And quick." Peter Collins stated out the fact to his wife as he sat on his leather armchair.

"But I have a party to plan for this weekend! We need money!" Sarah Collins exclaimed, taking a sip from her glass of martini at nine in the morning.

They would get lots of money if they just sold their 5-stories mansion or their antique furnitures, but they had a reputation to uphold.

"Look, why don't we just ask for money from your father?" she asked.

"He doesn't want to see me again. We already own him 2.5 million dollors." he replied, "we need to get some money. Maybe we could steal some from him. I could take some extreme measures."

"Well, if you can handle the extreme, why don't we just kill him? He still didn't change his will, which means all of his money will end up as ours when he dies." she proposed in a careless manner.

"But...He's still my father." Peter said, his voixe slightly wavery.

"And yet you still want money for your country club, am I right?"

"Well yes, but..."

"And you lost your job months ago! What are you going to do, start working at a fast-food joint?"

"Okay...I see your point..."

"So...I have this plan..." Her lips stretched into a sickly grin.

*****************

So when Peter Collins' father, The millionare Bill Collins, was found dead in his mansion, both of them weren't surprised.

They were satisfied with the money they got, and they went shopping and golfing without showing up at Bill's furneral.

Weeks later, Peter sat on his favorite leather armchair, deep in thought. Money was slowly disappearing, and his wife was spending most of it. If only she died a mysterious death...Sporting the sickly grin his wife wore weeks ago, he took his phone and made a call.

"Wax Doll Makers. We make real-life sized wax dolls 99.9% similar to a real person. How may I help you?" A perky woman answered on the other end.

"Ah, yes. I want to make a wax doll of my father. He passed away weeks ago, and I wanted to have somthing to remember him by. Can that be arranged?" He asked.

"Of course! Just send his photo to this address. To whom and where should this be delivered to?"

"Send it to Peter Collins to this address. There's a key under the plant pot, so tell the delivery man to unwrap the wax-doll and put it infront of the door, facing it." he replied. After telling her the address, he went on his computer and sent them the photo, satisfied.

**********************

Footsteps on the stairs. A creak from the front door.

"No....no...I'm sorry!" The sound of his wife sobbing, begging for forgiveness.

"I didn't mean to kill you! I was just so broke...Please!" A thud on the floor as she falls to the ground. Silence.

Peter was listening to all of this on the second floor, on his armchair, back facing the door. The plan worked beautifully. His wife gets shocked easily, and her weak heart finally failed, with one look at wax-doll with his father's image. She probably thought he came back for revenge. Stupid bimbo.

He went downstairs and saw his wife on the floor, and the wax-doll. It looks exactly like him. He even has the fading scar behind his left ear.

Satisfied, he got his phone and made a phone call.

"Wax Doll Makers. We make real-life sized wax dolls 99.9% similar to a real person. How may I help you?" the same woman spoke from the other end eoth her perky voice.

"Ah, it's Peter Collins speaking. I want to say my compliments. The wax-doll looks exactly like my father."

He stood right infront of the doll, playing with its ear. How did they know about his scar?

"Sir? The doll is still in the factory." she replied.

He was frozen. No, he was able to move, but something was stopping him. He let his shaky eyes travel across his body, stopping when he saw the doll's arms firmly holding his arm.

He forced his head to face the doll. What in the world...

It blinked.