Hey, story-goers! I recently received a review (well, not THAT recently, but yeah) that was the name of the show. The episode was called Helen Back Again. Thanks to cutecoolgirl2000 for letting me know ;D xx
(PS: If you get scared really easily, DO NOT read this. Just DON'T. Kthxbai!)
Even though her whole body was screaming for her not to, Thalia walked down the hallway, her heart pounding. She didn't want to have to do this; if it had been her decision she never would have come here. She shook violently with every step she took.
"Hello?" she asked to empty air. She heard a door creak in the distance. This house was so old she should have thought nothing of it. But, given the circumstances, she was wary of everything. Paranoia and fear rolled off of her in cold waves.
"Is anyone there?" she asked again, but all she heard was the sound of her heart beating a tattoo against her ribcage. There was no other sound, but she thought the noise might have come from downstairs. She descended the ancient staircase and saw the bathroom door ajar. Cautiously, she creeped toward it, aware of every move she made. She thought she heard someone singing softly.
Thalia walked into the bathroom and saw her schizophrenic adopted sister lying in the bathtub, holding a small, square object, which Thalia recognized to be a jack-in-the-box that looked like the one from her childhood.
"Mary? What are you doing?" she asked tentatively, not wanting to set her loose.
"All around the Mulberry Bush," Mary sang, winding the handle. Thalia stepped back a few feet, fear washing over her. "The monkey chased the people. And after them in double haste…"
The most horrific, terrible object Thalia would never even dream existed popped out of the box. It had no eyes, no nose, and a gaping mouth. It was covered in blood; it was festering. The stench of rotting flesh assaulted Thalia's nostrils. But the worst part was, it was screaming. A scream that made Thalia wish she had never been born, a scream that took ten years off her life span.
"POP! GOES THE WEASEL!" Mary screeched over the noise of the doll. An insane, terrifying, inhuman laugh burst from her, one that was almost as bad as the puppet's shrieks. From underneath her, she pulled out a long, sharp, blood-covered butcher's knife.
Thalia shrieked like a woman in a horror movie and ran from the room, with her homicidal sister close behind her, screaming for her to play.
A few weeks later, the cops decided Thalia had committed suicide. There was no evidence of another human being in that house with her. They had never heard of a Mary Evans in this town, or in this state.
But tonight, Mary will be watching you. You might want to check under your bed before you go to sleep. Otherwise, you might not wake up in the morning.