"Not another one" Hoyt Fortenberry grumbled.
Hoyt sat in his bed as he pulled the blanket further up around his neck as the lightening broke through the drapes across his window. Hoyt hated the thunder and lightening as he tried to remember what Jason had told him to do but it still didn't work.
All he wanted to do was sleep in a room that had only his things in it without seeing those faces. As another clash of thunder erupted in the sky Hoyt let out a hurling scream which ended when the thunder died down. As he looked around his bedroom all he could see was his mama's doll collection that had taken over the house again.
He had tried to cover them up every time he had gone to bed but his mama said that it would get them covered in dust and that they weren't no dust collectors that was the Stackhouse family. As Hoyt looked at the dolls again as the shadows cast by one in particular looked like it had moved.
As Hoyt slowly crept from his bed as he crept along the floor and grabbed the thin blanket at the end of his bed as he tossed it over the dolls and darted back to to his bed as another crack of thunder echoed through the room.
Letting out another hurling scream that echoed around him as he pulled the blankets. Hoyt hated those dolls and tomorrow he was going to make sure that his mama knew about it...again. If she did not move them then he was going to bury them like he did the last ones. Claiming that someone stole them.
He wondered how long he could keep that story up for.
Hoyt sat in his bed as he pulled the blanket further up around his neck as the lightening broke through the drapes across his window. Hoyt hated the thunder and lightening as he tried to remember what Jason had told him to do but it still didn't work.
All he wanted to do was sleep in a room that had only his things in it without seeing those faces. As another clash of thunder erupted in the sky Hoyt let out a hurling scream which ended when the thunder died down. As he looked around his bedroom all he could see was his mama's doll collection that had taken over the house again.
He had tried to cover them up every time he had gone to bed but his mama said that it would get them covered in dust and that they weren't no dust collectors that was the Stackhouse family. As Hoyt looked at the dolls again as the shadows cast by one in particular looked like it had moved.
As Hoyt slowly crept from his bed as he crept along the floor and grabbed the thin blanket at the end of his bed as he tossed it over the dolls and darted back to to his bed as another crack of thunder echoed through the room.
Letting out another hurling scream that echoed around him as he pulled the blankets. Hoyt hated those dolls and tomorrow he was going to make sure that his mama knew about it...again. If she did not move them then he was going to bury them like he did the last ones. Claiming that someone stole them.
He wondered how long he could keep that story up for.