Slappy- Escaped from Well

“It’s a wooden dummy,” I told him. “It isn’t a person. It’s an evil wooden dummy.”
We both shoved hard at the same time.
The dummy slid off the stone wall and dropped into the well.
Dan and I both waited until we heard the splash from far below.
Then we ran side by side back to the house.
He’s gone! I thought gratefully. Joyfully. The evil thing is gone for good.
I slept really well that night. And I didn’t dream about dummies.
The next morning, Dan and I met in the hall. We both were smiling. We felt so good.
I was actually singing as I followed Dan down the stairs for breakfast.
Dad greeted us at the kitchen door with an angry frown. “What is he doing down here?” Dad demanded.
He pointed into the kitchen.
Pointed at the breakfast table.
Pointed to Slappy, sitting at the breakfast table, grinning his ugly painted grin, his eyes wide and innocent.

- Night of the Living Dummy III, chapter 25