‘Would you like to walk down the alley?’ she asked? I didn’t see any harm in it, after all this is the nicer part of Victoria. ‘There is an interesting doll house, you might want to see. A very artistic one, where there are dolls placed in the garden and trees.’
Barbie dolls in trees? An ominous feeling arised in me. We arrived at the alley and the sun slowly dropped away behind the clouds the way my birds would hide when they know danger might be coming.
There we stood at the back of the house, peering into the garden through the creases of the fence.
Dolls were hanging in the trees, mostly naked and mutilated. Some without bodies, other being headless. What kind of person does this? Is it a joker, who has a, well different kind of humor? That would be something I could tolerate.
However, soon other visions of the people who lived in the house popped up in my head like a Jack in the box. I could see these old folks looking all decent, inviting you over for a nice cup of tea and all would seem well until you would visit their basement and find their various torture machines. They would tell you: “The dolls were just for practice. You’re here for the real work..!”
‘Oh no, what if they’re in the house right now?’ I asked my friend. ‘They could be watching us.’ Lets get the heck out of here,! ‘No, I do not want to see the front yard at all.’ This stuff reminds me of the many horror movies I’ve seen and I do not wish to actually live one.
So far for the nice Victorian Suburbia. Bye now