“Scarlet. . . Scarlet. . .”
The eerie whisper grew louder.
I sat straight up, and my eyes shot open. And in the heavy darkness, I saw him.
I saw Scorch, standing beside the bed.
“Scarlet. . . Scarlet. . .” he whispered again, tugging my PJ’s.
I swallowed hard. My heart pounded. “Huh? You? What’s your problem?”
“I-I had a bad dream,” he stammered. “And I fell out of bed.”
Scorch falls out of bed at least once a week. Mom says she’s going to build a tall fence around Scorch’s bed to keep him in. Or else buy him king-size bed.
But I think Scorch would just roll around even harder in a big bed and still fall out. My brother is a pest even in his sleep!
“I need a drink of water,” he whispered, still tugging my sleeve.
I groaned and pulled my arm away. “Well, you’re not a baby anymore. Go downstairs and get your drink by yourself.”
“I’m scared.” He grabbed my hand and pulled. “You have to come with me. Please?”
“Scorch!!!” I started to protest. But why bother? Whenever Scorch has a bad dream I ended up taking him downstairs for a glass of water.
I climbed out of bed and led the way to the door. We both stopped in the dressing table. The doll stared out at us in the darkness.
“I think the doll gave me bad dreams,” Scorch whispered softly.
“The doll might have taken a revenge to you for ripping and loosening it’s right hand. Get ready for more bad dreams Scorch,” I scared him with a grin.
“It wasn’t my fault! You did that and not me! Stop blaming me Scarlet!” Scorch started to raise his voice.
“Ssshh! Just don’t blame the doll for you to have bad dreams Scorch,” I replied with a yawn. “You have bad dreams just about every night remember? It’s because you have a sick mind.”
“Do not!” he shouted angrily. Then he punched my shoulder really hard.
“If you hit me again I will never get you a drink,” I told him.
He reached out a finger and poked the doll on one of it’s buttoned eyes. “Why did Uncle Azure send you a present and not me?”
We tiptoed out in the room into the hall and turned towards the stairs. “Maybe it’s because Uncle Azure didn’t remember you. Uncle Azure last visited us is when I was about 4 years old. And you’re still a new-born baby.”
“Uncle Azure surely remembers me,” Scorch replied. He really loves to argue.
We made our way down to the kitchen. The stairs squeaked under our bare feet. I filled a glass of cold water and handed it to him. He made gulping sounds as he drank it.
We made our way back upstairs in the darkness. I took him in his room and tucked him in. Then I left a goodnight kiss. I love my little brother even though he pesters me sometimes. Then I crept back to my room and went to bed.
I yawned and pulled the covers close up to my chin. Then I fell asleep a couple of minutes after.
I shut my eyes, but opened them again quickly. What was that blazing red light across the room?
At first, I thought the house was ignited with fire.
But, squinting across the room, I saw that it wasn’t fire. The doll. The Voodoo Doll, It was fiercely blazing!
As if red flames surrounded it. A coruscating red glow that devours up the darkness through the room.
And in its ablaze, I saw the dark buttoned eyes gleam and glister.
And then the lips, the zippered up lips that been set in a hard grimace, the lips began to twitch. And the mouth pulled up in a gruesome smile.
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Scarlet's Doll
Science FictionThe Erus12 ruled the Earth. Inhabiting magical enchantments from their own dolls. They have the authority and power to cast out everything. Black and White was once a fragment in the Erus12. But the two planned to sovereign the Earth with both hand...
