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•The Toy // Alex Mercer•

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9:30 pm

"You have everything, right?"

"Yes Mrs Robertson, don't worry, we'll be all good here." I say to her.

"I know. I'm just worried because we've never had a babysitter before." She says as she packs her handbag up.

"Well that's even more reason to prove to you that you made a good decision by hiring me."

"We better leave soon, I don't want to be late. Thank you for doing this on such short notice."

"It's no problem." I smile at her which she returns. She then runs off upstairs, to get her husband before leaving for the event. I bid them farewell at the front door before going to look for their son, max, who I had been introduced to earlier.

"Max? Where are you?" I call out while walking up the stairs. He doesn't reply, so I walk to his room, to find him. Much to my surprise, he isn't actually in his room.

"Max? Seriously dude where are you?" I call again, alerting the 6 year old that I was getting annoyed.

I walk up and down the halls, trying to find him, but he is nowhere to be seen. As I walk past one of the bathrooms nearest to the master bedroom, I hear sniffles coming from one of the cupboards.

I lean down and open the door, finally finding max, curled up and crying quietly to himself. I sit myself down in a more comfortable way before talking.

"What's wrong buddy?" I ask him.

"Mommy's not here." He said quietly.

"Yeah they went to some work event, but don't worry they'll be back later." I try and explain.

"But now, she can't protect me from him." He says looking into my eyes. My first thought is 'oh hell no. I'm not dying because some little kid can see dead people' but of course me, being me, I had to know what the kid was talking about.

"Who's him?" I ask, all while ignoring my horrible English.

"The toy."

Yep, now I'm almost certain I'm gonna die tonight. But then again, maybe he is just talking about one of his toys that he has in his room. Then why would he be hiding and crying.

Suddenly I hear a bang from upstairs.

"He's here." I hear max whisper, and needless to say, I'm freaking out. What the hell is upstairs. If it is a monster or murderer, I don't wanna be here to actually find out.

I quickly grab max and try and run through the living room, to the front door, so I could call the police. But I stop as soon as I see a figure, facing away from me. Luckily they have a fire place in the living room, so I grab one of the poky things and hold it up, all while still holding Max's hand.

"Who are you?" I shout in the most threatening voice I can. The figure turns around and I can't help but swoon a little. Like yeah he could be a murderer but he's kinda cute, nevertheless I never let my guard down.

"Uh, hey." He says and max instantly screams and runs up the stairs.

"Max come back!" I yell, but it's no use.

"I won't hurt you, he hasn't exactly learned that yet." The guy says.

"Who are you." I ask again.

"I'm Alex." He reaches out his hand for me to shake but I just poke the stick at him.

"Why are you in this house!" I say louder then I expected, mostly because of the fear inside me right now.

"I used to live here, with my parents but, accidents happen I guess." I stare at him with a face that says 'really dude?'.

"You know you can't just break into peoples houses because you used to live here, right?" I say to him.

"I know, I didn't break in." He tries to explain.

"Then how did you get in."

"I just appear here every night." I lower the pointy thing and stare at him in disbelief.

"Just get out!" I say.

He holds up his hands in defeat as I try and push him out of the door. As I close the door behind him, I feel a sense of relief.

"So that didn't work, what now?" I hear behind me. I flip around, while holding the pointy thing up and stare at the person who said that.

"HOW DID YOU GET BACK IN." I shout.

"I'm not allowed to leave the house, it's physically impossible for me." He explains.

"That doesn't make any sense. Just leave!" I say with frustration.

"I can't leave. Do you have a problem with your ears or are you just a bit dense."

"I am not dense. But what I am, is frustrated and a little creeped out by the dude who just showed up in this house."

"If I show you, why I'm here, will you let me be?" He asks. I think about it for a minute and decided that if he shows me whatever he wants to, maybe he'll leave quicker.

"Fine." I say.

"Great."

He walks past me and up the stairs, which I follow behind him very slowly. He reaches Max's room and opens the door.

I see max under the covers of his bed, hiding from this dude and I don't exactly know what to do about it. If I try call the police, he could do something to me or max, and that's the last thing that I want to happen. 

"What exactly are you showing me?" I ask him. He turns and looks at me.

"Everyday, from 10pm to 11pm I am human again. When I was younger my mom got involved in some evil magic and unfortunately it pretty much killed me, in order to save me, she took me to some guy who was in charge of everything evil in this world. He turned me into a puppet so I could live, but I can only come alive for an hour a day, although I am aware of everything during the time as a puppet." He says. I look at him for a few moments, before I burst out laughing.

"Okay Pinocchio, seriously why are you here?" I ask him. He turns back toward the window, and stares out of it, I look at the clock on the wall and see that it's only a few seconds away from being 11pm. So I turn back to the real life Pinocchio, and watch him. Soon the clock hits 11pm and still nothing happens to the guy in front of me.

"So that was an interesting story you told me." I say to him, while I turn fully to look at the clock behind me. "You know it's rude to not answer people." I turn back around and see him gone, the only thing left in his place, is a wooden puppet, Wearing the exact same clothes as he was.

I look toward max, and see that he's out of bed, looking at me.

"You protected me." He says. I walk up to him and hug him while looking at the doll.

"I sure did." I say to him.