Haunting-Adeline

“Loca on?” Jay asks, keyboard clicking in the background. Whoever
owns this park doesn’t believe in safety. No cameras exist around the
en re field, forcing Jay to use a small drone that hovers above the carnival.
It won’t be able to go into any of the houses undetected, but it will be able
to capture any kidnapping a empts.
“Annie’s Playhouse.”
“Let us know if you need us,” one of the men, Barron, says. His deep
baritone voice is easy to pick apart from the others.
I open my mouth, ready to respond, but then I see a flash of cinnamon
hair already in line for Annie’s Playhouse.
Fuck me with a pogo s ck.
The broken doll must be conspiring with God because only divine fucking
interven on would bring all of them together like this.
The minute I see Mark tap Addie’s shoulder while they stand in line, my
en re stomach bo oms out. He and his colleagues happen to be standing
right behind her, and it took less than five seconds for Mark’s eyes to land
on Addie and Daya’s ass. It took more effort to drag his eyes up to their
faces and recognize who was standing before him.
Addie turns, and surprise fli ers across her face, followed by a forced
smile and an enthusias c display, despite finding the fucking Crypt Keeper
standing behind her. Daya looks Mark up and down, an unimpressed glint
in her eyes despite the polite smile curling her lips.
I watch them talk for a few minutes, Mark his usual boisterous self as he
introduces her to his colleagues.
Even now, I know Addie well enough to know there’s beads of sweat
gathering along her hairline. I’m sure Mark has asked where I am, and I’m
only curious to know what her response is.
The whole interac on makes my skin ght, and I’m gearing up to storm
over there.
I was trying to give Addie space tonight, but that’s no longer an op on.
Now that four predators are about to enter into a house with her, there’s a