Muse Magic

“It moved,” Sally pointed at the doll her mother gave her.

“Come on,” her twin said. “Impossible,” in a sarcastic voice.

“Samantha Jessica,” using her given name. “I know what I saw.”

Jessica shrugged her shoulders and thew her hands in the air as it to say I give up. Most of their arguments ended that way.

They played a few more hands of cards before Jessica left and Sally was alone in the house. She loved living alone, but since she sat the doll on the mantel Sally had this feeling of being watched.

After a few days Sally put the doll on the top shelf, in the closet. When Sally came downstairs the next morning, the doll was back sitting on the mantel.

Sally was setting the dining room table, getting it ready for Jessica to come over. She was going to introduce Sally to her fiancée.

The sound of running water was coming from the kitchen. Did I turn the water on? She didn’t remember turning it on. Pushing the swinging door enough to see. The water was raining into the sink.

A sharp pain on top of her foot sent her falling forward onto her knees. It felt like a bug was crawling up her arm. Sally looked to see the doll Climbing her.

She screamed before grabbing it, holding both if it’s arms so they couldn’t move. Hobbling to the sink, she stuffed it into the garbage disposal and turned it on.

Sally jumped when Jessica came through the kitchen door.

“You all right?” she asked

“I just killed the doll.”

“Sally, get real.”

A plastic hand holding a tiny knife popped up through the disposal drain. An evil laugh echoed through the kitchen.