Book Five, Chapter 55: Broken Conduit
I set the cup in front of me, and the others joined me. After a quick look to ensure there were no omens under the seats, I admitted, “That was embarrassing.”
They were silent, and I guessed if they weren’t so distracted by the creepy dolls, they might have been laughing at me.
Andrew was straight to business. “It seems that every doll in here is an omen of some kind. Am I wrong about that? It’s difficult for me to differentiate each doll on the red wallpaper.”
I looked around. “No,” I said. “About half of them are omens, sure, but a lot of them seem to be omens for the same series—something called Summer Slumber Party, Parts One through Six.”
“That sounds about right,” Dina said, glancing at the variety of dolls.
“Personally,” I said, “I’d rather a doll be from a slasher than from some sort of haunting.” Then I thought about it, looked over at all the dolls, and said, “No offense.”
“I don’t get why we’re sitting here,” Michael said. “Shouldn’t we be, like, interrogating that Darla woman?”
“You really think she has any good information?” I asked, scooting my cup of invisible tea to the edge of the table. “She seems a little off her rocker.”
Still, I didn’t know what we were supposed to be doing here, and there didn’t seem to be a good way of finding out. Luckily, the answer wasn’t exactly hiding from us.