Slappy- Killed by Rock

But my jump was perfect—I stretched my arms and reached the edge of the grave.
“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?
Slappy went silent. He landed on top of me. I scrambled to push him away.
I waited for him to stand up and face me. But he didn’t move. His eyes were shut. His legs were tangled. His mouth hung open.
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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.
I bent over him, hands gripping my waist, wheezing hard, struggling to catch my breath. Struggling to get over my panic.
The dummy remained still. The eyes stayed shut. I gave him a soft shove with my shoe. He didn’t react at all.
“Dead,” I said out loud. “Slappy is dead.”

- The Ghost of Slappy, chapter 19