Selena glanced around Zombie Plaza eagerly, searching for any sign of a mall. Of course, it was the first place she had wanted to visit upon entering Horrorland. Janessa rolled her eyes. Her sister could never resist shopping.

"I don't think there's going to be any clothes or makeup for you to buy here, Selena," quipped Janessa. She didn't like shopping. It was much too crowded and noisy. She didn't see the point in having so many clothes, either. She winced as she walked through the crowded plaza with her sister.

"I can hope, can't I?" said Selena.

Actually, there was a mall in Zombie Plaza. It was called Gloomingdale's, and had five floors. It certainly looked gloomy, stretching above them, grey and dreary, like a haunted house.

"It doesn't look like the friendliest mall," said Selena. "But I'd like to go shopping."

Janessa followed her sister inside. It was even gloomier inside, but at least it was quieter. Low, melancholy organ music played faintly, and the lights were dull and dimmed — if there even were any. The items for sale weren't much better. All of the clothes were black or grey, the makeup was dripping black paint, and the sofas and cushions looked like they were made from toad skin.

"This is the worst shopping mall I've ever been in," Selena quipped, wrinkling her nose as if she thought it was an insult to shopping malls.

"It's not so bad," said Janessa. "I'd like to try on some of the clothes." She liked darker clothes, unlike her sister.

Selena stared at her as if she had just committed a crime. "Are you kidding? They look so dreary and awful." Selena preferred bright, eye-catching clothing.

Selena picked up a black knee-length dress. "This one isn't so bad," she said. She liked the way it felt, too. "I'd look good in it."

"You would," agreed Selena. "You'd look very pretty. It's a nice dress, but not for me. I like bright clothes."

"Is there a changing room?" Janessa looked around.

"Since when did you try on dresses?" said Selena.

"Well, you keep pestering me to try some on," Janessa pointed out.

"True," conceded Selena. "Actually, it'd suit you perfectly. You're just as dull and gloomy as it." Janessa glared at her.

While searching for a changing room, they found another department. It was titled Miserable Makeover in dripping black letters.

"How about getting a makeover as well?" suggested Selena jokingly. "You don't need one. You're miserable enough as it is."

"You should get a personality makeover," retorted Janessa.

One of the green Horrors stepped out, surveying the two girls. "Would either of you like a makeover?" she said in the hoarse, scratchy voice all Horrors had.

"Uh—" Janessa started.

"My sister wants one," Selena interrupted, pushing her forward. Janessa glared at her.

"Right this way, miss." The Horror placed a huge, hefty hand on her shoulder, causing her to wince. "And I see you've got a dress there."

"I was looking for a changing room," said Janessa. "Can you show me to one?"

"Surely you'd like a makeover first?" The Horror grinned.

"No, not really—" The Horror forced her inside, causing Selena to snicker. Janessa looked over her shoulder at her, giving her a glare.

While her sister was inside, Selena wandered through the floor of the building. None of the contents looked appealing to her. They were far too dull and depressing. She felt very out of place in her bright clothes.

When Janessa came out, Selena burst out laughing. Her sister certainly looked different. There were dark, heavy bags under her eyes, which looked like she had been crying. Her face was pale and miserable-looking, her cheekbones stretched out. She was dressed in the black dress she had picked out, which Selena had to admit was rather nice on her, and the only nice part of her appearance. Actually, she looked so miserable that Selena almost felt like crying instead of laughing at the sight of her.

"I'll pay you back," Janessa growled, looking more angry than miserable now. She gave her sister a shove.

"It's not much different from how you usually look," Selena smirked.

Janessa looked down at her dress. "Well, at least this dress is nice. It's comfortable, too." She swished the skirt around.

"Yes, you look very nice in it," Selena complimented. "You look great, Nessa." Janessa beamed, before glaring at her.

"Now it's your turn," Janessa said. "You have to have a makeover too."

"What? No," Selena protested, but Janessa grabbed her by the arm and dragged her there.

"My sister wants a makeover, too," she reported. "She loved my new look so much."

"No I didn't," Selena started, but the Horror had already grabbed her and dragged her inside. Now it was her turn to glare at her sister while she laughed.

The sisters continued their stroll through Zombie Plaza, not finding anything appealing (well, Selena not finding anything appealing, while Janessa wasn't paying much attention). They came to a stop in front of a house with various trinkets and souvenirs on shelves through the glass windows. The sign Chiller House hung above the entrance. Their gaze was drawn to a certain item on display.

It was a ventriloquist dummy, his long black-covered legs hanging down from a shelf, his shiny black shoes tapping against a shrunken head. He had a black suit, a gray double-breasted vest, wavy brown hair painted on his wooden head, and most noticeably, a wide, gleeful grin painted on his face. Just the sight of him sent chills down the girls' backs.

"Is that...?" Selena whispered, gripping her sister's arm.

Of course, the girls had been told by their mother about her horrific, frightening encounter with a ventriloquist dummy. How he had tried to enslave her and turn her family against her. Amy hadn't told many people, but she did tell her daughters.

"Of course not," insisted Janessa, shaking her head. It just couldn't be. Their mother hadn't told him many details about what the dummy looked like, beyond his name. "Stop thinking every ventriloquist dummy is Mom's."

"I can't help it," said Selena. "Maybe we should get Mom and show her."

"No way," said Janessa. "We shouldn't bother her. She's busy doing something with Aunt Sara."

Selena hesitated, biting her lip. "Oh, alright," she conceded. "I'll just buy something from here. I'll stay away from that dummy."

"So will I," agreed Janessa. "He looks creepy."

The door creaked as it swung open. An old, balding man sat at the front desk, looking up and smiling when he saw the sisters.

"Hello," he said, pushing his rectangle spectacles up his bony nose. His smile revealed a gold tooth in his mouth. "I am Jonathan Chiller. What can I do for you girls?"

Then his smile faded. "Oh, you two seem awfully upset. Is there something wrong?"

"What? No." Janessa laughed. "We just took a, uh, makeover."

His smile returned. "Oh, I see. Popular makeover around here, isn't it? Now, why have you come here?"

"Uh, I just wanted to buy something," said Selena, looking as if she regretted that decision. She looked around the shop in a mixture of fear and disgust. Janessa hid a smile. She knew this was the last place her sister wanted to shop from.

"Ah, I see. Look around, miss," Chiller suggested, straightening up along with his coat and vest.

Selena glanced at the shelves, her nose wrinkling. Janessa had to agree with her. The shelves were covered in the most gruesome, frightening objects. None of the ugly, stringy-haired dolls looked like any of the ones Selena had at home. And the clutter of the shelves would make Aunt Sara squeal.

"Uncle Jed would like this," said Selena, picking up what looked like a small water gun. She pointed it at Janessa and tried spraying it before her sister could protest, causing Janessa to squeal as she was hit by a spray of mud.

"Sorry, sorry!" Selena apologized as Janessa tried to wipe the mud off her black dress while glaring at her sister. Then Selena giggled and started laughing.

"You look pretty funny," said Selena. Janessa glared at her again before looking down at herself. What the hell, she thought before starting to laugh as well.

"Uncle Jed would like it," agreed Janessa. "Maybe we could use it on him."

Selena giggled. "That'd be so funny," she agreed. "Imagine the look on his face!"

"I liked this dress," Janessa quipped, brushing a bit of mud off it. "You owe me a new one."

"It can be washed," said Selena, walking up to her and inspecting it. "The stain isn't that bad. It'll just require a little detergent on medium heat." Janessa rolled her eyes. Her sister was an expert with clothes.

"What would you and your friend like, miss?" Chiller asked Selena.

"Actually, she's my sister," said Selena.

"Oh?" Chiller looked surprised for a moment, but only a moment. "Ah, of course. What would your sister like? Aside from a change of clothes, that is."

"Ha ha. Very funny," Janessa said sarcastically.

"About that dummy at the front..." Selena started.

"Ah. You saw him?" Chiller smiled. "He's very eye-catching."

"What's his name?" Janessa asked.

"Ah... I believe he can have any name you want," said Chiller. "He is your dummy, after all. If you buy him."

"We won't," Selena insisted.

They looked around the shop a little more. Eventually, Janessa bought an ugly-looking doll to scare their aunt with, and Selena bought a pair of skull earrings that looked kind of cool. They left, feeling as if the dummy was watching them with his ugly, twisted grin.