Chapter Ten
For an older person, a doll hanging from the ceiling without a head might be normal. It might even be funny. But to six year old Phoebe, it was life changing. That could have happened to her. Or her mother, or her daddy. What scared her the most, was the writing on the mirror.
I will kill you.
Her mother screamed, and her daddy called the police. A doll didn't have blood, so the writing had to have been lipstick.
Even without the blood, the message scared Phoebe to no end.
Her parents told her not to worry, that the nice police people will sort everything out. That there won't be any more messages or doll slaughters.
That Phoebe would be alright.
They still sent her to school. As she and Phillip and Marlee were coloring a picture, Phoebe couldn't stand the worry any more. She began to cry. Marlee ran to go get a teacher, while Phillip hugged her and asked her what was wrong. She stuttered out a few words Phillip didn't understand, mostly stuff like "mirrors" and "Frankie" and "hanging". When the teacher came, she took little Phoebe by the hand and led her to a separate part of the room. Phoebe told the teacher everything, and the teacher called home to say Phoebe was too scared to learn. Little Phoebe walked over to say goodbye to Phillip and Marlee, and to get her stuff.
Phillip asked what was wrong, and Phoebe only said she was going home. Phillip was worried, but he didn't press, he only kissed her cheek and left with the other kids to go play on the playground.
Phoebe smiled a bit. She really liked Phillip, and even though they were only six, she knew everything would be okay.
