Chapter 7: Bye Bye Granny
It was midnight and Mary Boyd couldn't sleep. She just had constant nightmares of Charles and the incidents that happened 25 years ago. And what happened to Sam.
"Thank god Billy and Annie don't know..." she whispered to herself, as she stood up and walked along the corridor, and down the stairs and into the kitchen. Pouring herself a glass of water, she checked the time. 6:27 am. She didn't have work for another few hours. Mary worked in a book store, she'd left her old job, as a teacher when she turned 50, because she wanted a simpler job.
Mary stood, leaned against the counter as she sipped from the glass. She almost choked on her water, as she heard running footsteps. She put the glass on the side, as she slowly crept into the main hall to investigate. Nothing and nobody.
She took a sigh of relief, brushing the gray streaks of hair out of her hair.
"What is wrong with me? I'm scaring myself.." she muttered, as she felt a sharp pain slice across her ankles as she fell to the floor. She turned over to the doll they'd received in the mail, walking and talking.
"Hiya Mary. Remember little old me?" the doll chuckled. Mary's eyes widened as she recognized that sadistic voice and laughter from all those years ago.
"No, no. It can't be. Your dead!" she panicked.
"You know what they say, you can't keep a good guy down" Charles smirked evilly at her. He held a pair of Anna's scissors in the air, looking at his reflection in it. The legend was true, after all.
Chucky turned to look at Mary, holding the art scissors up in the air and smirked, purely sadistic
"Bye Bye Granny" he chuckled, before stabbing Mary's stomach as Mary screamed, causing the rest of the family to wake up, as she slowly died.
Chucky looked at what he'd done. He smiled, placing the scissors in Mary's hand before running over to rocking chair in the living room, freezing into 'barbie mode'.
Anna and Billy ran down the stairs as Annie took the elevator installed in the house when Mary had bought it, 25 years ago. They all looked around for Mary.
"Mom?" Anna called out. No reply.
"Grandma?" Billy asked, very scared. No reply.
"Grandma?" Annie repeated. Still no reply.
All three saw the corpse and blood as Annie rolled herself backwards in her wheelchair, away from the blood. Billy screamed at the sight. Anna broke down in tears, as did Annie. As Annie rolled herself over to the phone and called the ambulance, nobody noticed Chucky in the background, chuckling to himself silently, plotting the next murder.