Slappy- Head Crack

“Hey—!” Slappy cried out as I grabbed his ankle. I tightened my grip as I fell back to the grave bottom.
Squawking in surprise, he came falling down with me.
And as he came down, his big wooden head hit a rock at the top of the grave. I heard a loud craaack. The sound of
cracking wood?

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Slappy didn’t resist. He didn’t open his eyes. Didn’t try to fight me. His arms and legs bounced lifelessly as I shook him.
I tossed him to the floor of the grave. I could see a jagged line, a crack, where his head had hit the side of the grave.

-The Ghost of Slappy, chapter 19