Forlot - Books 10-12

Chapter Fifteen

As you might have imagined, my best friend and I were as scared as heck.

Back when I was getting by with my parents' divorce and Milo was dealing with his grief, we used to watch some scary movies. Now, you might find that to be odd. Two teens who were going through hardships watched movies that would give you nightmares to pass the time. That does not sound right, huh?

Surprisingly, those movies did help us, and never once did either of us have any nightmares. I assumed that we were braver than we thought.

But if that were the case, how come Milo and I were afraid of a dummy that was walking and talking?

Did I not make that clear? A walking and talking dummy. In Mom's house. Staggering over to where the three of us were. Would you not be scared?

What made the situation worse was that Milo and I had watched the same movie over and over because it was our favorite. A movie about a dummy who comes to life and does different things to different people.

It should not be a surprise that Milo and I feared for our lives. In fact, Milo said this:

"Ah! He is going to drink our blood and eat our bones! Ah! We are going to die!"

Mom was the only one who was not in a panic. She giggled - because I think that it was at our expense - and got up.

"Relax, you two," she told us. "It is not alive." She walked over to it.

"No, Mom! Stop!" I cried.

"Your mother does not stand a chance against him," Milo commented. "It was nice knowing her."

To our dismay, Mom went past the dummy and into another room. She quickly returned with something in her hand. She pressed a button on whatever it was, and the dummy froze, like he was frozen solid.

The dummy did not do anything. He did not move. He did not speak. My mom picked him up and carried him over to us.

My best friend shielded his eyes with the back of his hands. "No! Do not bring it over here!"

Mom giggled again. "It is okay, boys," she said. "It is Vincent. He is not like other dummies." She showed us the black remote. The remote had two colored buttons. One was red, and the other was green. "Vincent here is remote-controlled."

I stared at the dummy. "That could explain why he was moving and talking all by himself."

Vincent had short, black hair and wore black pants, and black shoes. He also had on a black tie and a black suit over his white shirt. He did not look old. In fact, he looked like a new toy.

"Hold out your hands, Jackson," my mother said. I did so, and she carefully set Vincent in my palms.

I had my eyes glued on the creepy thing that I was now holding. "Why are you giving this to me? You are not expecting me to take this, are you?"

"Actually, yes. I saved it just for you in case that we ran into each other."

"Oh. Great..."

She picked up Gabi. "I will fix this doll and give her back to you tomorrow. Just come by my store or house, okay?" A yawn escaped from her mouth. "You two should get home."

"What about Kira?" Milo asked.

"The three of us will meet here at my house tomorrow night. We will devise a plan."

"Why a plan?" I asked.

"Kira...Kira is crazy, and she will do anything, and I mean anything, to get back at me."

"For stealing and eating her sandwich?" my best friend said.

"I just told you. She is crazy."