BOOM! CLAP!
The sounds of thunder echoed through the rainy night sky as Officer Bailey slowly stepped into the Lockport Police Department Evidence Depository. Snuck was a better term for it. He pressed a button to go into the heavily gaurded exhibits, and a loud buzzing sound came out of it, surprising the cop. He quickly crept past the many exibhits. Leatherface. Jason Voorhees. Michael Myers. Freddy Krueger. All were know from everyone about their brutal murders. 'What,' Bailey thought. 'Is so special about a bag full of shit?' He shook the thought away as he came across another hall, turning and going into it. This one had locked, small metal doors. Bailey searched until he finally found the number he had been looking for.
"22408
Unsoved"
Using his key, Bailey unlocked the door, and finding a small, black, tied up plastic bag, something obviously in it. Slamming the metal door shut, Bailey walked out to his police car, threw the bag into the passenger seat, and began to drive, the radio gently playing. He eyed the bag as he pulled out his cellphone, dialing the number, and listening to the ringtones as he waited for the person to pick up. Eyeing the bag once more, he slowly reached over to grab it. Then he heard the man answer.
"Yeah?" It was a man's voice, but even from the one word you could tell he had a Jersey accent.
"Hey, I'm on my way, and DON'T forget my money!" Bailey said in a threatening tone, struggling to reach for the black bag, and hold the phone at the same time.
"See ya soon. And Bailey, don't YOU forget..." A loud honking noise distracted Bailey from the bag. He looked up, and realized he had swerved onto the wrong lane, and was about to hit a huge truck. Bailey quickly swerved out of the way, and went back to his lane, panting from surprise. "Shit..." He whispered, wiping sweat from his forehead. He heard an eerie laugh come from the passenger seat, and looked, realizing it was the man, laughing at him. It sounded almost like he was giggling, but cackling at the same time. Bailey brought the phone back to his ear, only to hear the man stop laughing but still chuckle as he spoke.
""Curiosity killed the cat"."
Bailey, pissed off now, ended the call, and shoved the phone back into the passenger's side seat. He didn't have time for the guy's bullshit. What was his name again? Charlie? He had forgotten. He continued to drive until he finally pulled into an abandoned wearhouse. He parked the car, and leaned back, waiting for the guy to give him his money, in exchange for the bag. He lit up a cigarette, with his own personalized lighter his girlfriend had bought him. Be looked around the dreary warehouse, getting pretty freaked out from the dark and dreariness. His eyes slowly met to the bag again. He just wanted to take a peek. No. The guy had said not to. But s peek couldn't hurt, right? Slowly, Bailey reached to grab the bag.
"This is..." Suddenly, out of nowhere, the radio switched on, scaring and surprising the officer. He let out a yelp, before sighing and flipping the radio switch to turn it off. Then, the cop slowly turned his head to the bag, before deciding fuck it, and grabbing the bag. He ripped off the tag and string that tied it together, and slowly, peered into the bag, before staring in confusion. "What the he-"
Then WHAM! He cried out as he felt a strong hand tug on his hair- and wrap a cord around his neck. It tugged and pulled on his throat, choking the life out of him. He pressed his hand against the horn, calling for help, before suddenly, he went limp, and he was lifeless. The man who had been in the back the whole time, let out a chuckle, before opening the car door, and stepping out. Slowly, he walked around the car, running a hand through his long, dark brown hair, his sunflower blue eyes looking around to see if anyone was nearby.
This man, was Charles Lee Ray. The Lakeshore Strangler. But his friends called him Chucky. He wore a suit and brown coat, which currently held a knife in one pocket, and a gun in the other. He slowly turned around, looking through the open car window. He reached down, and grabbed Bailey's old lighter, flicking it on and off. "Cool..." He said with a small grin.
Then he saw it. The bag that held what he had been searching for, for so long. He lifted the black bag, before sticking his hand in, and pulling it out. A plastic mess. That's what it was. It looked like it used to be a doll, but its plastic was undenyably ripped. It was topped with dark brown hair in a very messy bun, only had one eye, its once pretty wedding dress was ripped, but Chucky just smirked in admiration. He lifted it closer, do they were... "Face to face", for this was no ordinary doll. It used to hold the soul of his long lost Girlfriend and lover, Tiffany Valentine. And he was gonna bring her back.
"...Well Hello, "Dolly.""