She had to stand on tiptoes — on top of a stack of books, on top of a dining chair — to reach the forbidden cupboard. What might lay inside, she wondered. Chocolate? Sweeties? Chocolate-covered sweeties?
She pulled open the door and yelped.
There was a little head, eyes open and empty, mouth slack, dried crusts of blood running from nostrils to chin.
A note was propped against its cheek.
There are consequences for peeking in Granny’s forbidden cupboard…
She slammed the cupboard door shut, hopped down from her perch and dashed back to bed, books scattering in her wake.
Grandad cackled from the dark corner of the kitchen. “A doll’s head and a touch of fake blood is all it takes to make a child behave, eh?”
Granny popped a chocolate-covered sweetie into her mouth. “Let’s hope so. It’s awful messy to do the real deal. Trust me.”Follow Ellie Scott on WordPress.com