Author's Note: Violence! And a bit of cussing!!!!
Mrs. Jances walked into the hospital, still thinking about Andy. "Maybe I was too harsh... I mean someone could have came ......." Her voice trailed off as she looked down the hallway. "I could have sworn I saw a red-haired doll run down into the recovery room...." Her eyes were blurry from crying, so she thought it was that. She continued to the receptionist, her heals made a soft click, click, click on the blue-tiled floor. Her head was filled with so many thoughts that she walked straight passed the receptionist. "Er, can I uh help you?" Mrs. Jances continued to walk. "HEY MA'AM! You cant't go back there!!! Ma'am come her and sign in! Sign your name, number, address, and the person you are visiting!!!! Ma'am come back her now!!!!! Ma'am? Are you def? Blind? Or is that perm going to your brain?" Mrs. Jances spun around on her heal and walked to the receptionist. "Sorry, I am in so much sorrow, that I'm not thinking properly." "Oh, well sign here, here, and here!" Mrs. Jances turned around and walked down the hall, then stopped and yelled back, "Oh yes, Hun I do not perm my hair! It's natural, unlike that orange mess of yours!" The receptionist glared down the hall. Mrs. Jances was looking at things on the wall made by little kids who have/had cancer.
Mean while, Chucky was outside, in the house right next to the hospital. He crept quietly to the garage. "YES!" He screamed in excitement. He grabbed a steel rod that was VERY sharp at the end. He walked slowly and happily to the hospital. He got on a rolling cart and slowly rolled to Mrs. Jances who was standing on a chair looking at the higher looking at a story made by a 13 year old boy, who's name happened to be Andy. She read it and realized that it was Andy! "My dear," she said. There was a moment of silence, but Chucky eventually broke it. "Here's Chucky!" He screamed. Mrs. Jances turned, still standing on the chair, and Chucky rolled towards her, jamming the rod into her throat. Blood pour out, and Chucky jammed it in harder until it was in the wall. He kicked the chair away so her body dangled from the rod. Chucky ran away from that area.
One of the nurses was strolling down the hall with some medicine in her hand for Angela, when she stopped dead in her tracks. She closed her eyes and opened them again to see the same horrible picture. She let out a shrieking scream and ran down the hall. A bunch of doctors went and took the body to the morgue and police asked the nurse questions. "All I saw was a lady hanging from a rod!" The nurse turned and ran to her car and drove away. The police went to the receptionist and asked her questions. She told the whole story and started to cry. Mr. Jances was terribly upset and he decided to keep Angela in the hospital for four more days. Angela hadn't known what had gone on but was soon to find out.
Chucky strolled in the morgue and looked for: LINDSEY JANCES
He found rather quickly, he pulled open the long drawer with all his strength. The body was zipped in a black bag. He un-zipped it and looked at the naked body. "Eww!" He chuckled. "Oh shit!"
Chucky had forgotten his ax he left the drawer open and everything and ran and got his ax and ran back.
He pulled out the body and let it fall on the floor. He raised his ax and slammed it on her throat. The head rolled away but he grabbed it, throwing the ax on the floor. He ran with the head in his hands, to the recovery room, he said ew the whole way down. He walked into Angela's room and set the head on her chest. He chuckled and ran off.
Mean while, Andy was thinking about Chucky, Angie, and Mrs. Jances. Andy walked to Angela's room. He saw a box of reports. He glanced at all the dolls and smiled. There has to be something about killer dolls in these reports. He was so surprised when he looked at the reports, they were all about voodoo dolls. He was having trouble trying to decide which one he should read first. He finally decided on reading the most recent report. It said:
The report I have decided to do is about voodoo dolls. I have a large variety of dolls. Dolls have been
around for a long period of dolls, from antique to unique. Most girls either collect them, or play with them.
But what this report is really about, is voodoo. How people turn the good things into bad! People usually
use voodoo dolls to curse others, but now it's extreme. You may not believe what I am about to say, but
people can transfer their souls into dolls. With a very simple amulet and a few French words. POOF!
They're dolls! Here is the chant to turn into a doll (I recommend that you don't) Au du a Damballa, tu
a du ta Oh damballa give me the power I beg of you! Ad a DAMBALLA. The veverse spell is some what the same. Au oo a layo day am balla A oh to may sues A la day blanca may ti bloa
Please under any circumstances do NOT use this spell with out the amulet! It could kill you! Now, if you are trying to protect yourself from a KILLER doll you should chant this:
Aya Meo va mayok Jopay all voyage cola afar elay.
But for it to work you will need the Amulet 3455 power5 but it's very rare! And it's very expensive! I went to Egypt for half a year and I found it and it was $100,000! Expensive ay? I think so. If you were the age of 11-15 years old I doubt you would have that much money.
Thank you for taking the time and reading my report.
Andy stared at the paper. "Wow, that helps me a lot!" He said sarcastically. He slammed the reports back into the box.
Angie woke up and glanced around the room, then at the head. " OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS!!!!!!! MOM! NO!!!!!!!!" The scream was heard every where in the hospital. And so was Chucky's cackle!
To Be Continued.......
Mrs. Jances walked into the hospital, still thinking about Andy. "Maybe I was too harsh... I mean someone could have came ......." Her voice trailed off as she looked down the hallway. "I could have sworn I saw a red-haired doll run down into the recovery room...." Her eyes were blurry from crying, so she thought it was that. She continued to the receptionist, her heals made a soft click, click, click on the blue-tiled floor. Her head was filled with so many thoughts that she walked straight passed the receptionist. "Er, can I uh help you?" Mrs. Jances continued to walk. "HEY MA'AM! You cant't go back there!!! Ma'am come her and sign in! Sign your name, number, address, and the person you are visiting!!!! Ma'am come back her now!!!!! Ma'am? Are you def? Blind? Or is that perm going to your brain?" Mrs. Jances spun around on her heal and walked to the receptionist. "Sorry, I am in so much sorrow, that I'm not thinking properly." "Oh, well sign here, here, and here!" Mrs. Jances turned around and walked down the hall, then stopped and yelled back, "Oh yes, Hun I do not perm my hair! It's natural, unlike that orange mess of yours!" The receptionist glared down the hall. Mrs. Jances was looking at things on the wall made by little kids who have/had cancer.
Mean while, Chucky was outside, in the house right next to the hospital. He crept quietly to the garage. "YES!" He screamed in excitement. He grabbed a steel rod that was VERY sharp at the end. He walked slowly and happily to the hospital. He got on a rolling cart and slowly rolled to Mrs. Jances who was standing on a chair looking at the higher looking at a story made by a 13 year old boy, who's name happened to be Andy. She read it and realized that it was Andy! "My dear," she said. There was a moment of silence, but Chucky eventually broke it. "Here's Chucky!" He screamed. Mrs. Jances turned, still standing on the chair, and Chucky rolled towards her, jamming the rod into her throat. Blood pour out, and Chucky jammed it in harder until it was in the wall. He kicked the chair away so her body dangled from the rod. Chucky ran away from that area.
One of the nurses was strolling down the hall with some medicine in her hand for Angela, when she stopped dead in her tracks. She closed her eyes and opened them again to see the same horrible picture. She let out a shrieking scream and ran down the hall. A bunch of doctors went and took the body to the morgue and police asked the nurse questions. "All I saw was a lady hanging from a rod!" The nurse turned and ran to her car and drove away. The police went to the receptionist and asked her questions. She told the whole story and started to cry. Mr. Jances was terribly upset and he decided to keep Angela in the hospital for four more days. Angela hadn't known what had gone on but was soon to find out.
Chucky strolled in the morgue and looked for: LINDSEY JANCES
He found rather quickly, he pulled open the long drawer with all his strength. The body was zipped in a black bag. He un-zipped it and looked at the naked body. "Eww!" He chuckled. "Oh shit!"
Chucky had forgotten his ax he left the drawer open and everything and ran and got his ax and ran back.
He pulled out the body and let it fall on the floor. He raised his ax and slammed it on her throat. The head rolled away but he grabbed it, throwing the ax on the floor. He ran with the head in his hands, to the recovery room, he said ew the whole way down. He walked into Angela's room and set the head on her chest. He chuckled and ran off.
Mean while, Andy was thinking about Chucky, Angie, and Mrs. Jances. Andy walked to Angela's room. He saw a box of reports. He glanced at all the dolls and smiled. There has to be something about killer dolls in these reports. He was so surprised when he looked at the reports, they were all about voodoo dolls. He was having trouble trying to decide which one he should read first. He finally decided on reading the most recent report. It said:
The report I have decided to do is about voodoo dolls. I have a large variety of dolls. Dolls have been
around for a long period of dolls, from antique to unique. Most girls either collect them, or play with them.
But what this report is really about, is voodoo. How people turn the good things into bad! People usually
use voodoo dolls to curse others, but now it's extreme. You may not believe what I am about to say, but
people can transfer their souls into dolls. With a very simple amulet and a few French words. POOF!
They're dolls! Here is the chant to turn into a doll (I recommend that you don't) Au du a Damballa, tu
a du ta Oh damballa give me the power I beg of you! Ad a DAMBALLA. The veverse spell is some what the same. Au oo a layo day am balla A oh to may sues A la day blanca may ti bloa
Please under any circumstances do NOT use this spell with out the amulet! It could kill you! Now, if you are trying to protect yourself from a KILLER doll you should chant this:
Aya Meo va mayok Jopay all voyage cola afar elay.
But for it to work you will need the Amulet 3455 power5 but it's very rare! And it's very expensive! I went to Egypt for half a year and I found it and it was $100,000! Expensive ay? I think so. If you were the age of 11-15 years old I doubt you would have that much money.
Thank you for taking the time and reading my report.
Andy stared at the paper. "Wow, that helps me a lot!" He said sarcastically. He slammed the reports back into the box.
Angie woke up and glanced around the room, then at the head. " OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS!!!!!!! MOM! NO!!!!!!!!" The scream was heard every where in the hospital. And so was Chucky's cackle!
To Be Continued.......