Page 7 of Runt's Haunted Ride
I quickly made my way through the crowd, dodging couples who moved from one vendor to another. Focused on gettingto Bulldog, I noticed that the wretched, mind-numbing music seemed louder tonight.
I found Bulldog standing behind the booth, his face pale.
Looking him over, I didn't see anything suspicious. "Dude, what happened?"
"Tell me I'm not losing my fucking mind." He pointed.
I followed his finger and felt my stomach drop. Staring at us were three identical women—at least I thought they were women. About ten feet from us were dolls. Life-sized, creepy-as-shit dolls. Elaborate Victorian dresses with ruffles and bows, patent leather shoes, white porcelain faces with makeup that was just a little too perfect. Their heads tilting at the exact same angle, their steps stiff and unbending, matching each other perfectly. Dolls.
I hurriedly backed up so I stood next to Bulldog.
"Hello there," they said as one, their voices high and childlike. They swayed their heads and blinked. "Big strong men. We like big strong men."
"Ah," Bulldog managed, clearly as disturbed as I was.
The one in the middle—or maybe all three at once, I couldn't tell—suddenly switched her voice to a sultry, adult voice. "Will you play with us? We know some very... interesting games."
Then they looked at each other, and just as quickly, they were back to little girl’s voices. "We want our mommy. Do you know where our mommy is?" All three broke into tears.
"Uh," Bulldog grunted.
This time the right one's voice was breathy, sexual. "We'll do anything you want if you help us."
"Hey," Swinger rounded the corner. "I got here as soon as—what the fuck!" Swinger stopped next to me. "Dolls. They're dolls."
All three pinpointed their eyes on him when he spoke.
"Shit, I'd take the clowns," Swinger stated.
"One," they said, staring at Bulldog.
"Two," they stared at me.
"Three," they moved to Swinger. "Six makes an orgy." The trio mechanically bent their arms at the elbows and covered their mouths while giggling.
"Ah," Swinger and Bulldog uttered at the same time.
The middle one suddenly wailed, causing all three of us to jump. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Want to play. Want men to play," she cried.
Bulldog and I exchanged a look. This was beyond fucked up.
"Play and cotton candy!" the other two wailed. "We want cotton candy."
"What do we do?" I asked the guys carefully.
"I have no idea," Bulldog said.
"Run?" Swinger suggested.
The girls' tears stopped instantly, and all three faces turned toward us with identical predatory smiles.
"Playtime. Come play with us." They stepped closer, moving as one, and I caught a scent that made my gorilla on edge. Death mixed with something sweet and rotten underneath.
"We have to go," I said, grabbing the guys' arms. "Don't let them touch you."
We speedily backstepped away from the triplets, who watched us with those empty doll eyes. As we put distance between us and them, I heard their voices again—all three speaking as one.
