Slappy- Mind Control

 “Congratulations, Jackson. It’s you, you lucky boy. YOU are now the Son of Slappy!”

  I heard a sound. A loud chirp.

  Suddenly, I felt dizzy. The room began to spin. My head felt heavy.

  Once again, the dummy tossed back its head and opened its mouth wide in an ugly, shrill laugh.

  And to my horror, I couldn’t stop myself.

  My head tilted back — just like his — and I laughed right along with him.

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Suddenly, I heard another sound. A chirp. A loud chirp. Then another.

  My head — it suddenly felt so strange. The room started to tilt one way, then the other. I shut my eyes, but the dizziness wouldn’t go away.

  Then I heard a different noise. It was the sound of Slappy’s shrill cackle. Why did I hear that? Why did it feel like it was inside my head?

  I held up my paintbrush. I didn’t think about it. I just picked it up and dipped it into a jar of black paint.

  So dizzy … my head … feels so HEAVY.

  I raised the paintbrush and smeared thick lines of black paint all over my poster. More paint. More paint. I worked frantically until my poster was covered in black.

  Then I dipped the brush again and painted black smears all over the poster next to mine. I reached across the table and ruined another poster, brushing thick black streaks over it … more … more.

-Son of Slappy, chapters 7-