Book Dollhouse Murders Novels & Stories

"About the rotten food and the extremely dirty state of this place, she probably has hoarding disorder. Look at how all this trash is piled up in this place." "She looked so neat when she corrected us," said George. "Most of them do use their appearance as camouflage that they're fine when they're not. I read about it in a research paper." George stayed away from the bathroom because he couldn't stand the smell. "So in short, the woman in this room is an old resident, she was murdered this morning, but by whom? It can't be the man you saw last night, right?" Diana crossed her arms. "That means there are two victims, the one I saw last night and the woman in this room. What is certain is that

"At least make it believable. This maid has been mooching off our family for months, and now she's broken into my estate." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Your estate? And who's your mother?" "My mother is Alice Hayes!" Lucas paused — then gave her a thin, contemptuous smile. "Alice?" "Isn't that the boss's housekeeper?"

I guessed that weird sound came from these things after all. Seeing nothing dangerous, I turned to leave. That was when my eyes caught something odd on the top shelf of the desk. It was a little straw doll, crudely made from dried grass, dangling from a hook. Its eyes were pitch-black beads, and three embroidery needles were stabbed into the top of its head. Right through the chest, a large pushpin was brutally jammed into a red heart. A voodoo doll? A curse doll? Why the hell would Tracy have something like this?

I thought he was joking. Now, I’d give anything to return to that night and hold him longer. Even if it cost me my soul. Something moved in the corner of the room. My flashlight flicked back on—by itself. Its beam aimed at the doll. Now sitting upright. Eyes locked on me. “I miss Daddy,” it repeated. And before I could react, it let out a low hiss and collapsed again, lifeless. But beneath it—a dark stain was spreading on the floor. Blood.

The one who walked in wasn’t Marcus or Victoria. It was Daniel. His face was ashen as he slammed a file onto the table. “Sophie Sullivan, you really know how to put on a show!” He pulled out a chair, staring straight at me. “You almost had us fooled.” My heart dropped to the bottom of my chest. “We went to the abandoned textile mill in the south district.” Daniel leaned back. “You were right. There is an underground storage room. We found bloodstained clothes, and the pumpkin mask.”

His doll. And now she’s missing. This was one of the reasons why he didn’t want her to leave the villa, but he couldn’t say no after the conversation they had this morning over the phone call. For the first time, he couldn’t say no after she threatened him to leave. Who could have believed that the great Nikolai Kusabolatov, one of the most fearsome mobs all over Russia, couldn’t say no to a woman? A petite, doll-looking innocent woman.

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’

The police suspect a robbery gone wrong. Billy Darvin is a survivor of a horrendous child serial killing ring run by Wallstreet mogul Edward Hansen III. Six years ago, Billy and several other children were discovered imprisoned in Hansen’s barn. After further investigation, officials scavenged the woods behind Hansen’s home and found a mass burial ground containing children’s remains. Coroner’s report state that each child was tortured and raped before they were killed. Hansen’s body and those of his associates, who were also prominent figures in the city, were found dead from carbon monoxide poisoning by Hansen’s mistress, which unraveled the domino effect of Hansen and his associate’s horr

Neighbors who heard the gunshots reported it to police, and officers arrived shortly. When Liam saw Chad, he asked for a detailed account of what had occurred and examined the angel doll in the utility room. After a thorough examination, they discovered a female skeleton inside the doll and a child's skeleton inside the smaller one. Skinning, dismemberment, and deboning were punishments reserved only for the most wicked. Martin could not believe what had happened to his loved ones. Meanwhile, police officers discovered several bags of frozen minced meat in the kitchen, one containing a human nail.

He realized what she was looking at. “Yes, I think this might be an excellent subject for your blog. I didn’t realize this doll is an actual antique with a story. She’s haunted by a little girl who first owned her. Or so the story says. The little girl was from an unhappy home and she died of scarlet fever in the late 1800s. Now she haunts her favourite doll and looks for a loving family.” “What a sad story. Do you believe it’s true? That it’s really haunted? Do you think it’s a story that’s been used to exploit the hauntings?” Benjamin sat the food on the table and came to sit beside his wife as they looked at the papers and toys.