“She’s no ordinary ghost, that seems certain,” he says. “I know. Something’s made her stronger.” “The way she died?” he asks. “I’m not sure. From what I’ve heard, she was just murdered like so many others. Throat slit. But now she’s haunting her old house, killing whoever steps inside, like some goddamn spider.”
Today not a page number, but instead a percentage, as this book is on my Kindle. I let Random.org select one and it decided 25% would be good.
I was about to say how creepy it had been that the doll had fallen but I was interrupted by Sadie herself.
“Wouldn’t it be fun,” the doll said in a high-pitched, warbling voice, “if you were a doll like me?”