Haunting-Adeline

Mark tries to brush off my story with a laugh, the sound choked and
broken. “Zack, please, we weren’t speaking of your girlfriend.”
“Mark, the last thing you want to do is lie to me.”
Just as Mark opens his mouth, a li le door in the room springs open and
out crawls the biggest fucking nuisance of the night.
“For the love of God, please leave me alone,” I snap. Mark and his
friends turn to find the doll straightening, a determined gleam in her eye.
Her face brightens. “God has nothing to do with this, silly.”