Slappy- 1800s

After about twenty minutes of searching, I pulled out a heavy file marked VENTRILOQUISM. “Molly — check it out!” I said. I lugged it to the desk, spread it open, and Molly and I began sifting through all the papers.
Molly wrinkled her forehead. “What exactly are we looking for?”
I sighed. “Anything that will help me prove to my parents that Mr. Badboy has to be destroyed. I — I —”
My words caught in my throat. I stared at the wrinkled and faded blackand-white photo in front of me.
“I don’t believe it!” I gasped. “It’s Ethan’s dummy. Look!”
Molly lowered her face to the photo and studied it. “The same chip on its bottom lip,” she murmured. “The same wicked smile.”
“The same ugly grin,” I said. My hand trembled as I picked up the photo and turned it over. The back was covered in tiny type. I squinted to read it.
“It says the dummy’s real name is Slappy,” I told Molly. “And — and I was right! He’s totally evil!”
My heart pounded as I scanned the words. “It says Slappy was made by a magician sometime in the late 1800s,” I said. “An evil sorcerer. The wood he used was cursed. He built the dummy from a stolen coffin.”
Molly blinked. “Oh, wow. I wish Dad was here….”
“It says the dummy turns its owners into slaves,” I continued. “It’s power mad. It wants to enslave everyone it meets. And — and —”

- Revenge of the Living Dummy, chapter 16