Toys

An Address

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Silence. That's all Ableu could hear. He couldn't even hear his sister whining to her mom for her to give her ice cream or get her toy back. Ableu glanced coldly at the doll over his shoulder. "Why? Are you doing this?" Ableu questioned helplessly. The doll only stared in mock enjoyment of watching Ableu struggle in this dark attic. Oh, I didn't mention that I suppose...

Snap

Snap

Snap

Ableu, one by one, popped each one of the traps around him. HE had taken off his shoe and was hastily popping each trap around him. He looked at the doll smugly after he had moved the popped traps out of his way. The doll didn't look as amused. Instead it looked angry with Ableu. Ableu seemed to acknowledge this, for he stood up and glided through his neatly made path of traps. 

Swoosh

Shut

HEEHEEHEE NiCe TrY aBlEu...

The doll had dissapeared into the darkness of the attic. The doll, stealthily had put a stick to prop the attic door open, near where Ableu would get out. Ableu jumped at the hissing voice of the doll. It was gone once Ableu had found the hatch to the attic.

Once down in his room, Ableu found a card on his bed. It read:

To: Ableu Fredricks, 2357 Court Dr 

From: __________

Dear Mr. Fredricks, 

Please meet me at this address as soon as you can: 5678 Burling Rd 

I must speak with you about the doll and it's history. I know that you want answered questions.

Sincerely,

__________

The same ten little spaces were spread on the bottom of the card. One part of the letter was true. Ableu did want answers. He just wasn't sure if he was ready for them yet.

End of An Address