"Slappy ? Who's Slappy ?"
I heard a few of cast ask, glancing at me in confusion.
I pointed to the ventriloquist dummy with olive green eyes and black painted suit.
"that is Slappy."

"yeah..we didn't really see him."
I nodded at my friends, and went to pick up Slappy from his seat.
"I missed reading Goosebumps."
I mumbled, looking sadly at the doll. His painted eyes shone back at me like glass. I don't know why, but I remembered everything that happened in all the Slappy short stories written by R.L. Stine for the series, and it scared me.

I searched his pockets.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing, and for the same reason, I was more afraid. It might fall into the wrong hands like those idiots in the series.
But, this is real life, right ? Slappy can't be awaken by a punch of strange words. At least I hoped.

And for some weird, unknown reason, I didn't bother to look up R.L Stine on Google. I always wanted to, but something kept distracting me.

I unlocked my phone and pressed on the Google app, then typed R.L Stine in the search bar.
R.L Stine was a horror writer, known for his short stories for children, Goosebumps, and for teenagers, Fear Street. R.L Stine's full name is unknown.
I went for the Photos section, only to find nothing.

I suddenly felt a weird sensation. Like someone was watching me.
I turned around, to see our new cleaner staring at me. I gave him a questioning look, not figuring out why he was looking at me.

But then, he shrugged his shoulders, returning his gaze to the floor he was sweeping. I shrugged too, and looked away.

However, it wasn't long before we got distracted.

"so, guess what ?"
Pamela said as she entered the location.
I didn't even notice she was gone.
I thought, creeped out. Where was she anyway ?
"what ?"
Hayden asked as he appeared from somewhere.

Seriously ? Is there a secret hideout I don't know about here ?
"You guys have an interview with Good Morning America tomorrow."
She said happily.
"who's the you guys ?"

"Adelle, Annie , Hayden, Johnny, Millie, Noah and Finn."
I barely nodded at her, not questioning anything.
Somehow that didn't catch me by a total surprise. But I expected the worst.

Maybe we get into a car accident on the way ?
Okay, stop. I scolded myself, and went back to writing.

The Next Day :

"oh, you're here. Please go to the makeup room to get ready."
The assistant said, leading the way. We followed her to the make-up room, and I sat across from Millie on a mirror stand. The makeup artist started putting natural makeup on my face.

I glanced at myself in the mirror when she was done. It was kind of cool, however I felt unhappy for some reason.

But my so-called 'unhappiness' was cut off short later.
You'll know why.

To Be Continued..

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