Page 5 of The Silence of Hell

“He was ranting like a lunatic,” Clements said in defence.

“Yeah. If his name is Chatter, he’s kind of legendary around these parts for having an extensive phobia of dolls. Several times we’ve had to rescue his ass from situations,” Sarg explained.

“Shit. Do I uncuff him?”

“Do you wanna face a deranged man who you just tased?” Sarg asked.

Bear sprayed beer everywhere as he choked and began crying with laughter.

“Fuck no!” Clements exclaimed.

“Take Chatter in. I’ll get someone to explain to Chance Michaelson why his brother is in prison. Meanwhile, let’s calm the victim down who’s screaming that Chatter murdered Marybelle!”

Clio shrieked and fell on the floor, holding her sides.

Chatter glowered at them all.

“Jesus, dude, you probably traumatised those two cops and that woman for life,” Pyro stated with a wide grin.

Bunny and Sallie Anne were gripping each other, crying with laughter.

“Not fuckin’ funny,” Chatter snarled.

“Brother, it’s freaking hilarious. You should see the chat about it,” Banshee said.

“What?”

“I put it in the allies group online. Everyone’s pissing themselves,” Shee admitted.

Chatter sent him a look promising revenge and then turned to the old ladies with a dire glare.

“Next time you let your kids bring a doll in here, think of the therapy bills you’ll be paying when I reenact that!”

The old ladies blanched, and Chatter grinned.

“Isla still won’t have a doll near her,” Clio muttered.

“Yeah, now imagine if I tell them that by tearing their heads off, I’m freeing trapped spirits,” Chatter spat.

The old ladies swapped glances while the men sobered quickly.

“You traumatise my kid…” Tati warned.

“I’ll do more than scare them! This clubhouse is a doll-free zone!”

“Asshole!” Big Al muttered and pressed play on the footage again with a smug smirk at Chatter.

“We should have a video made of all Chatter’s moments with dolls. Order shit in and make it a movie night,” Bone said.

Chatter sent him a betrayed look, and the former prospect grinned at him.

“Fucker!” Chatter boomed, turned around, and promptly fell over nothing. “Jinx!” he yelled.

The candidate looked up from the bar, and Chatter picked himself up.

“Swear to God… Jinx…” Chatter couldn’t get his words out and stormed off.

Laughter followed him all the way to his bike.

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