Are dolls innocent figurines as the advertisements on television say? Or is there something sinister that lurks inside of them?
As the last heir of a mysterious curse, Janneth Hudson has her hands full. For generations, a doll has been watching over...
"The mind is like water. When it's turbulent, it's difficult to see. When it's calm, everything is clear." - Prasad Manes
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Scribbling away some afterthoughts, Nolan hoped to hear more from his client. He was happy that they were now getting somewhere where he could make a conclusion on what might be happening to Janneth. He was going to give up hope on her and Piper, who he finally acknowledged to be a real person; one who must have died without being content with life.
The doctor was skeptical about the theory of ghosts and spirits, but he thought it might be possible for them to exist if they needed to finish something that was never resolved when they were alive.
The idea of giving this case to someone else was now thrown out the window, for now, he knew that there might be an opportunity where he could make sense of this case.
"Have you ever had a vivid dream about someone, only for them to visit you the very next day, doctor ?"
The question bemused Nolan as he did not expect to hear a response as this.
"Tabitha's parents were a peculiar bunch, doctor. I dreamt of them in a nightmare. Witches brewing a spell ... something dark. Something alarming! I didn't want to meet them at first since their daughter was not a troubled student like her peers, but I told myself that it wouldn't be fair to Tabitha if I excluded them during a Parent-Teacher Meeting."
Nolan wrote the words PTA in bold letters in front of the words 'Tabitha' and 'parents'. But somehow it appeared that the words moved and danced in front of his eyes. He couldn't believe it! He blinked his eyes twice and even pinched his cheek to figure out if he was dreaming or not.
"Doctor, are you alright?"
Looking up towards Janneth, Nolan reassured her that he was still listening to her. He felt that he must have been seeing things but was sure that someone was playing games with him.
"Yes, I'm okay Janneth ... I just had something in my eyes. It's gone now. Please continue."
Satisfied with his answer, Janneth let out a breath of relief.
"Mrs. Whittle had long luxurious black hair that matched her sleek signature black gown. Her features were like her daughter's, puffy cheeks, along with a slender nose And oddly enough she had mysterious green eyes that bothered me. On the other hand, Mr. Whittle was a short bald man who wore a double-breasted pinstripe suit that night. Unlike his wife, he had a darker color of eyes that I just couldn't figure out. It was as if he held an aura that was mystifying like his wife. They also left me with one important phrase that day, doctor and that was "Don't ever estimate the power of a witch!"
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation, and Dr. Everett looked at his watch.
"I'm afraid we are out of time, Ms. Hudson. We'll continue talking about Tabitha's parents on Thursday. Thank you for sharing those thoughts with me. I appreciate it."
