A Dummy's Lady - A Goosebumps Fanfiction {Completed}

The Capture

October 13, 2015 - 6:00 p.m.

As my feet landed on the hard ground of the hallway, I grabbed ahold of the doorknob and closed the office door. Again, the door made the creaking noise, which was really beginning to get on my nerves.

Creak!

Then click! The door had shut all the way.

I let go of the doorknob. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I gently rubbed my stomach. My stomach hurt so much. It was filled with butterflies.

Sweat dripped from my forehead, and I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. It seemed like that I was hot. But I was not.

I was nervous. Nervous and scared.

Before, I faced that puppet at the theatre, and I was not afraid. He was annoying me and acting like a spoiled child who did not get the toy that he desired. However, it was different now. He had an advantage.

Holding Tamara as his hostage.

Out of all the people who he could have picked, he had to take the most innocent and cutest being of them all. One who was powerless to defend herself.

My baby sister.

I could feel my muscles aching, so I stretched. I spread my legs and held my arms out and did a short stretch. "Oh..." a moan escaped from deep in my throat. It felt good to stretch every once in a while.

When I was finished stretching, I noticed two bathrooms from across the hall. On the left side was the boys' restroom, and on the right side was the girls' restroom. I decided to get freshen up before heading outside and dashed into the girls' bathroom. I cupped my hands around my mouth.

"Hello?" I called. "Anybody here?"

No reply. I was just greeted by silence.

More sweat poured down from my forehead. "You had better not be here, Slappy!" I warned. "That would be creepy!"

I saw a row of sinks and walked up to one of the three sinks. The light was already on. It casted down on the three sinks, making them stand out even in the darkest of nights.

I looked at the mirror above the sinks that was about the same length as the row of sinks. My reflection stared back at me.

I ran a hand through my hair and let the drops of sweat run down my face. I set the manuscript down and placed my hands on the sink. My palms were sweaty and could slip at any moment had I not kept a firm grip on the sides of the sink.

"What am I going to do?" I asked myself. "How am I going to get through this? There has to be a way."

My heart beat rapidly, like it was about to leap out of my chest. I pushed myself away from the sink and mirror. "Who are you kidding, Shelly? You are talking to your reflection. It is not like the reflection has any thoughts or feelings of its own."

I took one last look at the mirror - and noticed something odd.

The manuscript was floating.

"Huh?!" I spun around - and witnessed the manuscript floating in midair.

But how?

I reached for the manuscript, and then suddenly felt a grip on my arm. "What the...?"

"Hello, sweet thing," I heard a voice say. "You may not know me, but I know you."

I shook a little. "Who...who are you?"

"I...am the Invisible Boy."