Many of you have been wondering how my family managed to turn our little restaurant (the Red Rover Restaurant) into a famous chain. It all started the day my dad inherited a mansion from a rich relative we didn't know we had. Nothing spooky there, right. In order to fully inherit the mansion, and the gobs of money, we had to stay the night (like you normally do). As long as one of the Rover family members remained in the house, we got it all.

The night was pretty uneventful: creaking floors, cold drafts, bleeding walls. Nothing out of the ordinary for my family. We ate, talked, watched our favorite show on the holo-vision, and dodged cutlery tossed by unseen hands.

Finally, it was time for bed. Danny, Bandit, and I bunked in one room while Sally took another room. I was ready for a good night's sleep, but the disembodied whispering kept me up. "Now you're just being rude."

We followed the whispering and found a small doll rocking in a chair. Monsters, demons, giant spiders I can handle...but creepy dolls...b-la-huhuh-huh.

Slowly, the doll turned to us. "You should thank me. I'm the one who gave you this nice place." Sally and I exchanged a look while Bandit sniffed the area around the doll. "It's not often I give out my favor." He went silent for a moment. "It's impolite to be ungrateful."

"Well...I'm convinced." Danny headed for the door. Sally quickly gripped his shirt, stopping in his tracks (even though Danny easily outmuscled her).

I closed my eyes and tilted my head slightly. My psychic hearing searched the area. I could hear Sally, Danny, Bandit, and my heartbeats. I then picked up on another, but it wasn't coming from the doll. Someone was in the room with us. I signaled to Danny and Sally to keep talking to the doll.

While I crept around the dusty room, my friends continued conversing with the doll. It responded to them with all sorts of disturbing and imaginative remarks; it referenced all the ways it knew how to kill a person...slowly. When Danny asked him about his family, he said something about Cousin Chucky and Aunt Annabelle. What I found interesting was that the doll's voice wasn't coming from the doll.

I finally zeroed in on the voice; and with a quick motion, I pulled a man from behind a curtain. It was Colonel Horrendous, one of the lawyers for the estate. (insert joke here)

"Please forgive me, Robert," he said to the doll. "It was my partner's idea. If it hadn't been for these meddling--"

Ktttt! Crackle! Fizz!

Kttt!

"Joe...stop scaring the readers."

Hee-hee-hee...

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Entry for the "Colonel Horrendous" prompt from Camp Nightmare

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