Slappy- Buzzsaw Death and Possession

And then his laugh cut short. His grin faded. The dummy’s eyes bulged in horror.
Mary-Ellen’s top half held on to Slappy.
Her hands gripped him … gripped him tightly. And pulled him through the whirring saw blade!
The blade sliced Slappy across the waist. Sliced him in half.
Both halves fell to the floor.
I stared down at the doll and the dummy. Both sliced in half.
Both lifeless now. Lifeless once again.
Struggling to catch my breath, to slow my pounding heart, I clicked off the saw. The blade whirred silently, slowing to a stop.
I let out a long sigh of relief. Stared down at the lifeless doll, the lifeless dummy. Lying so still now.
Walking on trembling legs, I stared down at Slappy. Bent over his top half. Bent down to make sure he had no life left in him.
And his hand shot up — and grabbed my leg.
...

“Ohhhhh!” I uttered a cry of horror. I fell back.
Slappy’s hand crumpled. Clunked lifelessly to the floor.
He didn’t move again.
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“Listen to what the diary says,” Harrison replied. “It says that even if the dummy is destroyed, the evil may not die.”
“Huh?” I cried. “It says what?”
Harrison held the little book closer to read it. “It says the dummy’s body may be destroyed — but the evil spirit may not be killed. It will just move on to another body.”
I shook my head. “Well, that’s ridiculous,” I said. “Slappy is dead. Dead, dead, dead.”
Harrison shrugged. “The diary says the evil can be passed to someone who was close to the dummy.”
I turned to Katie and Amanda. “That’s ridiculous — isn’t it, girls?”
They looked up from the TV and grinned at Harrison and me.
I narrowed my eyes and studied them. Why do they have such strange grins on their faces? I wondered.
I stared at them for a long while.
“Harrison,” I whispered. “Guess what? I’m finally going to get my revenge.”
I titled back my head, opened my mouth wide, turned to my sisters — and spewed thick green gunk all over them.

- Bride of the Living Dummy, chapters 27 and 28