Chapter Four

Alice chuckled. "I didn't know you could do THAT." Alice took Chucky from Nica.

"Playtime's over." Barb walked up the stairs. "It's time for bed."

"Nica, can you read us a bedtime story?" Alice asked, cuddling Chucky in her arms.

"Auntie Nica's tired sweety." Barb stood to Alice's level. "We'll let her rest now."

"I'm fine." Nica said quickly.

"It's important you don't over extend yourself." Barb looked down at her.

"Mom!" Sami stood up for her.

"Go to bed, Samantha." Barb demanded.

Samantha looked at Nica then walked angrily at Barb back to her room.

Minutes later, Barb and Sami joined Alice in a prayer.

"Now you lay me down to sleep. I pray my Lord my soul to keep. If I shall die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. God bless Grandma, and Mommy, and Daddy, and Jill, and Samantha. And especially Auntie Nica." Alice smiled.

"What about Chucky?" Barb asked.

"He says there is no God." Alice frowned.

Barb put her hands down. "Who said that?"

"Chucky did." Alice answered simply. "He said that life's a bitch and then you die bleeding like a stuck pig."

Samantha and Barb gasped. "Alice!" Barb scowled her. "You know it's not nice to curse!"

"I don't curse, Mommy. Chucky did."

Samantha rolled her eyes then went back to bed. "Yea, okay."

"He did!" Alice raised her voice. "Mommy," She turned to Barb. "am I going to die?"

"No. Of course not, Sweetie." Barb frowned.

"Grandma died and Chucky says we're all going to die."

Barb frowned. "Alice, who really told you that? Was it Sam?"

"Hey!" Samantha turned around on her side at them.

Alice shook her head. "No."

"Was it your Daddy?" Barb asked again.

"NO, it was Chucky." Alice said again.

Barb sighed. "Okay..."

Barb tucked Alice underneath the blankets when the thunder rumbled the house.

"Can we sleep in with you tonight?" Alice mumbled from under the blankets.

Barb sighed. "Alice, we've talked about this. You're a big girl now. It's only a storm and Jill's going to be in in a while." Barb kissed Alice goodnight.

"Don't forget Chucky!" Alice grinned.

Barb looked at Alice then to Chucky. She slowly leaned into Chucky's face then kissed his forehead quickly. She turned off the lights then shut the door behind her.

Alice was silent until the thunder roared again. She squeezed Chucky tightly. "Don't worry Chucky. It's only a storm."

Samantha sighed. "Can you please stop talking to your doll, Al?"

"Oh, Sami, can we sleep with you?" Alice asked, hoping she would say yes.

Samantha shook her head. "No way! I"m tried and I want to go to bed."

Alice remained quiet until the thunder became worse. Alice threw a sheet over her's and Chucky's head. Alice shined a flashlight at Chucky's face.

"Chucky, I"m scared." She whined.

Chucky then began to laugh. "You fuckin' should be."

Samantha jumped up then quietly left the room, covering her mouth. "How the...?"

Nica turned the corner. "Sam? What are you doing up?"

Samantha stuttered. "I, uh, need to be alone right now."

Nica stopped her before Samantha passed her. "You know that doll came from the evidence depository."

Samantha blinked at her. "What?"

"I'm sure that's what the woman said over the phone before the phone lost signal. Maybe I heard wrong though." She chuckled.

Samantha shrugged. "Maybe." She walked past Nica and up the stairs to the attic. She took out her phone and called her friend, Chelsea.

"Hey Sam!" She said happily.

Chelsea was her friend whom she often practice voodoo with.

"Chel, I'm scared as fuck at Auntie Nica's." Sam paced around the attic floor.

Chelsea laughed. "Why?"

"Because I practiced voodoo here! Call me crazy, but I think Alice's doll is possessed." Samantha whispered.

"So? Maybe you're just crazy. Did you finish the chant?" She asked.

"No because something hit my door and I stopped. I went outside to look and it was the doll." Samantha had a sense of urgency in her voice.

"Alice is probably playing tricks on you! If you didn't finish the chant, nothing is wrong." She assured Sam.

"Hi, I"m Chucky! Wanna play?!" The doll sat on the top steps.

Samantha gasped, turning around. "What the fuck?" She blurted.

"What is it?" Chelsea asked.

Samantha just hung up on her. She picked up the doll and held it up to her face level. "I know you're alive, doll. I did the chant and you didn't like that."

The doll said nothing.

Samantha cut her eyes at him. "This Amulet will not let you hurt me."

The doll remained silent.

"Ade Due Damballa! Give me the power I beg of you-!"

The doll kicked her in the stomach, making her fall on her back. "Shut up, you bitch!" The sweet innocent turned into a masculine voice.

As soon as Samantha sat up, the doll stood in front of her. He was walking, talking, and pissed as hell.

"Girls like you shouldn't be play with voodoo!" Chucky held a knife in his hand.

Samantha was speechless. "So the legend is true..."

"Well look who finally found her brain. So you know who I am?" He smirked.

"C..C...Charles L..Lee R...Ray." She stuttered.

The doll laughed. "Has a ring to it, right? I'll make you a deal. I'll take all my will power to NOT kill you because you were like me. If you tell ANYONE about me, I'll make sure your insides are outsides!"

Samantha nodded. "Y-Yea."

Nica yelled up the stairs. "Samantha! I need your intelligence!"

Chucky looked back then to Samantha. "Take me downstairs to Alice's room!" He hid the knife in his overalls then back into his regular doll self.

"Sami!" Nica yelled again.

Samantha grabbed the doll then walked downstairs to Nica. "Let me put this doll in Alice's rooms real quick."

Nica said nothing but nodded her head.

Sam walked quickly to the room and opened the door.

"Hey!" Jill put her shirt over her bra.

Samantha looked away. "Sorry. I just wanted to put Chucky next to Alice before I slept downstairs." Sam laid Chucky down then walked into the elevator with Nica.

"What do you need me for?" Samantha stood by Nica.

"You're smart in criminology, right?" Nica looked up at her.

Samantha nodded. "Yea."

"I need you to look someone up for me."

Nica and Samantha walked into the kitchen where a laptop sat on the table. Nica opened it up then typed "Chucky Doll Evidence"

Samantha's heart pounded. "What are you doing?"

Nica scrolled down the page. "I want to know more."

Pages came up like "Los Angeles Homicide", "Niagara Falls Homicide", "Hackensack Homicide", "Kent Military Academy Homicide". She clicked on the one below it that read "Chicago Triple Homicide".

Samantha pointed to the screen. "Yea, that's Charles Lee Ray written all over it."

The page flashed on the screen that showed a young boy holding a Good Guy doll. He blamed his doll for all murders.

"Andy Barclay.." Nica read out loud.

She then clicked on the link "Charles Lee Ray". A picture of him popped up and Nica knew Charles was in Alice's doll.

"He's from the video!" Nica looked at Samantha.

Sami nodded. "Yea!" Even though she already knew that.

The lights began to flicker vigorously.

Samantha yanked on Nica's arm. "Come on! We have to go, now!"

Nica just sat there and looked at Charles' photo.

The power soon shut off and they were left standing in the dark.

"We have to find that doll!" Nica rolled herself out of the kitchen as fast as she could with Samantha following behind her.

They ran to the elevator but the power was shut off.

"Dammit!" Samantha muttered.

"Barb!" Nica looked up.

Barb walked to the balcony with Chucky in her hand.

"Barb, where's Alice?" Nica asked.

"Playing fuckin' hide-n-seek!" Barb replied in a annoyed tone.

"Barb, put him down!" Nica tried to remain calm.

"What is wrong with you?" Barb asked.

"I know that this sounds nuts, but that doll, I think there's something in it!" Nica explained.

"Wait a second! You know about this?" Barb pointed to the doll.

"Well, I think that-"

"You know what's IN this?!"

"DO you?" Samantha nodded.

Barb scoffed. "Why didn't you TELL me?!"

"We're trying to tell you!" Samantha and Nica said at once.

"W-W-Wait when did you find out?" Barb put up her hand, stopping her from talking.

"What does it matter?!" Nica shook her head.

"It matters to me!" She pointed to herself. "It matters to me that my own sister and daughter are out to get me!"

Sami and Nica looked at each other then to Barb. "N-No! No! You don't understand this isn't about-"

"Oh I understand perfectly. You resent the fact that I actually have a life!"

"No, Barb! This isn't about any-" Nica tried explaining.

"You know what, Nica? It isn't my fault, okay? What happened to you isn't my fault." She began to tear up. "It isn't my fault that you dropped out of school! And it isn't my fault that you chose to never leave this god damn house! I mean what the hell were you waiting for?! A sign from God?!"

"NO BARB! JUST PUT THE FUCKING DOLL DOWN!" Nica exploded her anger.

Barb slowly shook her head. "Fuck you, Nica." She walked toward the attic.

"Barb!" Nica slapped her palms on the wheelchair.

No answer.

"JILL?!"

No answer.

"IAN?!"

Still no answer.

She took out her phone to call someone but no signal was found on her phone.

"Shit!" She muttered. Nica rolled to the stairs then threw herself on the first few steps. "Samantha, I'm going to need your help. I need you to pull me up the steps! We need to get that doll away from Barb!"

Samantha nodded.

She got behind Nica and grabbed her arms. "I'm not the strongest person in the world."

"Alice?!" Nica yelled.

"Alice?!" Samantha joined her.

Minutes later, Samantha managed to drag her up the dozen of steps. "Just a dozen more!" She grunted.

"Thank you Samantha." Nica tried helping but it wasn't possible.

Soon, a scream and a thud was heard upstairs.

Samantha stopped and looked behind her. "Mom?!"

Nica grabbed Samantha's ankle. "Come on! We have to go!"

Tears escaped her eyes then continued to haul Nica up the few steps to the top. Samantha let her go and stepped back.

"AHH!" Barb yelled from the attic.

Nica and Samantha gasped. Samantha stood by the steps while Nica crawled up the first step; looking up the stairs.

The door slowly creaked open.

The first thing that came from the attic was something bouncing down the stairs. When the object reached them, they yelped then looked at what it was. Barb's eye had been taken out.