Summary: R.L. Stine wrote a story about a living dummy. He never told anyone that there was more to that story, or that the story was far scarier than he ever wrote about. A movie fiend heard a story about the infamous Mary Shaw and her 100 "children". Kris and Lindy were real people with a real encounter with Slappy. They also met Roselina along the way. The great great granddaughter of the sorcerer who carved Slappy and Wally from coffin wood. Mary Shaw was her competition in the old days. Many years beyond the age she looked. How else do you think the locals found out about that boy's disappearance all those years ago?
Characters: Slappy, Wally, Kris Powell, Lindy Powell, Mary Shaw, Billy, OC
Crossover: Goosebumps, Dead Silence
Rated: M for gruesome content
Author's Note: I own Nothing. Thank you.
Magic and Dummies
Chapter 1: The lost ending
"Beware the stare of Mary Shaw.
She had no children, only dolls.
And if you see her in your dreams,
Be sure to never, ever scream.
Or she'll rip your tongue out at the seam.
Don't believe me?
Wait and see.
She'll come for you,
After victim three."
The sixteen teens were huddle around their campfire. The flares crackling and the ashes rising into the smoke that was carried east by the light night breeze. The moon was full as the trees surrounded everyone. It was summer and break was half-way over, as a result a group of kids from the neighborhood decided to go on a camping trip. Everyone had been taking turns trying to scare and outdo each other with different horror stories. All but one. Roselina Charms was on a long moss cover log alone on the furthest part of the misshaped circle. From across the way over the heat waves of the fire sat Kris and Lindy Powell. The girls stared in awe as they recognized the girl who had moved into the house that had been under construction when they were younger; where they first found their worst nightmare.
They knew Elina Must have been their age but back then they never saw her parents or any other family in the house. They later found out she lived alone with her traveling father. He was always away on business trips so she was often on her own in the house. The only thing they could never figure out was what she used to tell everyone.
"My dad's on a trip…but I'm not alone. I am never alone anymore."
To this day they have no idea who could have been there with her. They had gone to visit many times and never saw or heard anyone. But there was one thing that they had noticed. Late at night when they would stay over, they heard footsteps upstairs. And if they listened hard enough, if they laid very still, very silent, they would hear voices; followed by creepy laughter. Needless to say they did not stay over often. Now things were different. They didn't hang out at her place, instead Elina came over to their house. Then one day everything just stopped. Elina had taken up some gigs at the theater preforming on stage during holidays as, and this was freaky to them, a ventriloquist. Lindy had done it before they met Elina but they quickly gave it up after a rather traumatizing event with a dummy named Slappy. Just the thought made them both shudder and groan in displeasure.
Meanwhile caught in their thoughts, the Powell sisters hadn't noticed Elina finally giving in to the begging and pleading from the other kids to tell a story. They had learned long ago if there were two things you could always count on her to make you feel, it was happy or extremely terrified. She was creative and talented so there were few things she couldn't do if she put her mind to it. She did have a preference for her creations though, and that was anything puppet like. From finger to string to dummy, Elina loved all things puppet so naturally she told scary tales of dolls and puppet. So far the weirdest one anyone had heard was about a secret army of finger puppets that were at war with rubber duckies made in Taiwan. Why Taiwan was anyone's guess, but everyone figured it was just because Elina liked to say Taiwan over and over again at the time. She moved in phases so what she was into was always obvious to the world.
This time was no different. Currently into punk rock and Adam Lambert, she mostly talked about the U.K. and forest scenery. Perfect time for a camping trip since she is so adventurous and loves the outdoors. By the time the girls snapped back into the moment everyone was screaming due to Jeremy jumping out of the bushes right when Elina had finished her poem. The look on her face was so grim and she had made her voice go high like a little kids. She added an eerie sing- song pitch to it to make it even creepier. Again the two sisters shivered once their hearts were back in their chests. Everyone quickly started laughing as they all got up and headed towards their tents. Some of the brave ones slept on the ground in just their sleeping bags so they could watch the stars until they fell asleep. The girls rushed to call the last tent near the hill closets to the river so they could share with Elina. After everything, they still felt an obligation to be there for her. They were close after all.
While some of the others had been tent hoping to get to know everyone and to avoid people they didn't like, Elina had deemed this spot her favorite and refused to leave. The only reason no one would stay with her was because she creeped them out. Apparently she was currently keeping her dummy with her in the room.
"Suck it up for one night?" Lindy asked Kris.
"Ya why not? It's the last night. Besides she might be able she help us get over all this." Kris responded although her face didn't seem as sure as her voice. Even that didn't sound 100% positive to Lindy.
Without another word they entered the tent. As soon as they looked over to where Roselina was they froze. Thinking to themselves the same thing over and over. No it can't be. No. No. No!
