Dexter Doll Spooky Month Novels & Stories

" I have a bit of a problem though . " " What? " "Dexter hasn't been found yet and he is obsessed with you . " I darted my eyes from side to side and I flashed back to the day after Christmas when I went shopping with Billie she swore she saw a guy who looked like Dexter when I looked there was no one . My phone vibrated as I snapped out of the flashback and looked at my phone . I felt the blood drain from my face when I read the text that was sent . "Babe what's wrong? "

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I nodded, trying to keep my worry at bay. As I walked out of the clinic, the uneasy feeling settled deeper into my bones. Something didn’t feel right, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Maybe she just needed some time away, but knowing Elera, that seemed unlikely. If anyone knew where she was, it would be Dexter. With a determined breath, I headed towards Dexter’s place. I reached Dexter’s house, noticing that the door was slightly ajar, which was strange. Dexter was meticulous about security, never leaving anything open or unlocked considering his huge secret, that he was a hollow wolf.

"Nope. That's my cue. I didn't sign up for anything with the word 'bloodshed' in it. I'm a 'wine and gossip' kind of girl." DJ snorted. "Too late now." The wind picked up as they passed the sign, a chilling howl weaving through the branches. They entered the Bloodshed Woods, where everything turned unnaturally quiet. No birds. No bugs. Just breath and boots. Falcon clung to Theodore. "Why are there dolls hanging from that tree?" "They're protection charms," DJ said. "They're Annabelle's cousins, DJ," Falcon hissed. "We're in the woods from every horror movie that's ever gone wrong."

Her voice rose, broken. The door slammed open with sudden force, and Jax stormed in, sweat on his face, his eyes wild with urgency. “Manny!” he barked. “We don’t have time. Clara’s taken Dexter to the witches. I saw it with my own eyes. They’re planning the final ritual tomorrow night under the full moon. If we don’t stop it, he’s gone.”

I needed to get rid of Dexter for good. My phone rang. It was an unknown number. I picked it up. "How was the gift I sent you? Did you like it?" Dexter’s voice came through. "Dexter, I swear, if Daisy gets hurt because of you again, I'll wipe you out, along with the entire Pinewood pack! I'll kill every last one of you!" I shouted. "Oh, come on, Zordon. I thought we were done with the threats. You'll have to do better than that to scare me," he said.

"Well, I do not blame her anyway. She lost her only sister, Samara, three years ago, exactly at this time, `` Hazel said. "The thought of Halloween always gives me the chills" she confessed as she recalled how her sister had been missing for three years, during the Halloween period. "And speaking of Halloween! Guess what Willow!" Piper was as excited. "What is it?" Billy nudged her as she rolled her eyes at him and glanced back at Willow who was agitating to hear what she had to say. "We are going to a Halloween show this season. We would go shopping tomorrow and get costumes" she giggled as Hazel scoffed.

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.

Muna asked when they got back to the room, but before Klara could say anything, they heard a knock on the door and Dexter's voice. “Hello Muna, are you awake?” “Quick on the bed,” Klara said, and she immediately leapt out of the room from the balcony, and Muna quickly laid on the bed, pretending to be asleep. “I'm coming in,” Dexter said, and he got inside the room to see the girl asleep. He thought he heard voices coming from inside, but when he sniffed, he caught a faint scent of a werewolf lingering in the air, and he frowned. Someone was here.

"Oh, shit, it's all over now. Dorothy didn't keep it with her tonight, and now, Laura's stolen it!" "There's no way Laura knows how to use it. An ordinary woman like her couldn't have figured it out." "Wait, she's pressing the button… She's forcibly waking up Dorothy!" "Oh, hell, no! Dorothy's physically in bed at her place. She'll be forced to resonate with the doll!" I ignored the comments and watched as the doll slowly opened her eyes. Her silicone eyes suddenly gleamed, the pupils focusing on me as fear flooded her gaze. "Who… Who are you?" the doll parted her lips and asked in a tiny voice.