Hi,
I hope I didn't make too many mistakes in English, not being my first language. I hope you enjoy it anyway.
On a foggy late morning like every day, outside in the garden that's as big as a small meadow, 17-year-old Meg has kept the spirit of a nine-year-old and continues to enjoy the joys of games of that age, jumping rope. Despite the constant coolness of the place, the teenager wears, as she does every day, her pink bonnet on her head, a filthy beige and green striped sweater, a brown skirt, pleated on the sides, which puffs up her thighs a little, and big black socks that cover her curdled knees. Then, as it does every day, the wind suddenly picks up, blowing lightly as Annabelle stares at her, sitting on her little white imitation rattan chair.
Look!" exclaims Meg. Now I can jump faster and faster on the skipping rope."
The doll continues to stare at her, until ...
Meanwhile, in the room where the Warrens have kept all the devilish objects, brought back from their previous paranormal investigations, some locked away, Lois then puts a stunned expression on her face, her gaze taken with dread. She then turns to her husband, informing him that Annabelle has disappeared.
"Who's Annabelle?" he says in a detached, innocent voice.
"Finally, Peter! Annabelle." she insists, articulating the doll's first name.
Suddenly, they hear some kind of heavy noise coming from the garden. They both move forward cautiously and see Meg's body lying on the wet grass behind the French window. Each tries to urge the other to go outside to see what's happened, but neither having the courage to go alone, Lois opens the French window, holding Peter's hand, and they walk out into the garden together. They begin to walk slowly and cautiously towards their daughter's body, and when they come face to face with it, they realize it's lifeless. Lois puts her hands to her face in alarm, crying out.
"Oh! No! Meg! My baby! What did this to you?"
"My guess is Annabelle. " replies Peter, almost indifferently, who has seen the doll run off with a pair of scissors.
The skipping rope has been cut and wrapped around the teenager's neck, her eyes bulging and bloodshot. Lois then looks to her right and sees Annabelle staring at them with an impassive face, clutching the scissors tightly in her small hand before running in the opposite direction. Peter directs his gaze back to his daughter's body and lets out a short sigh before changing his tone.
"It's very sad. We should have seen it coming. It's true, let's be honest. Meg was getting on our nerves with her skipping rope. She was doing it all the time, all over the house, even at night you could hear her. Honestly," he exclaims, his tone even more annoyed, "who plays that anymore at 17? Why not play hopscotch too! "
Lois nods, however, before they play a few seconds later, leaf, stone, paper, scissors, to see which one will bury the body. 1,2,3 ... Peter lost. But as the earth is hard to dig, Lois sighs in turn not long after winning. It's a job for her to have to help her husband. A few minutes later, while digging near a large tree in the garden, Peter comes to reproach his psychic wife for not having foreseen what happened today, as it would have saved them this chore.
"Oh, shut up and dig!" she shouts, annoyed, her fingertips frozen.
As they continue to dig with difficulty, Annabelle watches them from a distance before she throws the scissors into the grass and mentally talks to herself.
"Finally, I'm free! How she could annoy me with her skipping rope, forcing me to look at her. That girl was really stupid. Good riddance! Now I'll be able to do what I want, dress and do my hair the way I want."
"It's in the bag!" shouts Brian, the Warrens' dog.
"Ah! at last!" let out Lois and Peter in relief, each wiping their foreheads before tossing their shovels into the grass.
"It's a shame Meg's dead." sighed the father, only slightly tearfully.
"But it's all your fault, Peter! It was supposed to be Stewie who played the doll. But you were too lazy and selfish to bring him home when you found out the birthday party had been canceled at the last minute! That way, you didn't have to dress him up like Annabelle and go shopping for the wig as planned! Instead, you thought the real doll would do better and look what happened to our poor Meg!"
"Well yeah." he sighs before taking on a detached air.
Brian then starts running towards them and informs them that everything has been filmed without suspecting what has happened to the drama. until he sees the lifeless body.
"Oh, my God! What a horror!
"Tell me about it." replies Lois, distraught.
"We can't show this to your future customers and the media. If this were to get out."
Brian then feels more sorry at this moment, that it didn't work out the way it should have, than he does mourning Meg's death. Suddenly, the phone rings and the three of them turn their frightened gaze towards the house. They start walking slowly and cautiously again, then once inside, Peter picks up, his gaze filled with apprehension.
"Ah, Reverend."
Brian and Lois breathe a sigh of relief before they realize they're going to have to go to a house possessed by a demonic nun. When Peter hangs up, he looks toward the tree where they've been digging unfinished, then yells out their son's name, which is Chris.
"Son! Get down here! We've hidden some chocolate eggs in the big hole by the tree in the garden!"
The 15-year-old quickly arrives in the special room, crosses it without stopping and runs outside to the big tree, then picks up one of the two shovels and continues digging without noticing his sister's body.
"Chris!" shouts Lois.
"Yes, Mom?!"
"Put your sister in the hole when you've finished digging deep. She'll make more chocolate eggs appear!"
Yes. He too has a very, very childlike spirit, believing in leprechauns and fairies. In a family that cozies up to the paranormal, it's no wonder it affects the mind. As for their youngest son, Stewie, he was quarantined after contracting a nasty case of measles. When Peter brought his son to the birthday party, he was so keen to go drinking beers at the tavern with his friends that he left his son there without paying any attention to what Stewie's friend's mother was telling him. Her husband had caught the measles, and she hadn't been able to warn the parents earlier that the birthday party wouldn't be taking place.
Flashback
"Here. I'll pick him up at 6:00."
"But ..."
End of flashback.
It all came to a crashing halt because of his negligence, selfishness and je m'en foutisme as a father. Those were Lois's words, word for word. But they weren't going to waste any more time bickering now, and had to get to the Simpsons because their house was haunted by this not-so-Catholic thing. It would be a long way from Quahog to Springfield.
