by Moo Tenbroeke



Note: This teaser is in film format, please follow the link.

“Clause, I saw its eyes move!” the little girl whispered, clinging to her brother.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Aida, the doll’s eyes are glass. They can’t move,” replied Clause. But his eyes shifted about the little shop warily.

“Did you hear that?” Aida squeaked, her fingernails digging into the boy’s arm.

“No, Aida, stop it. You’re going to pull my arm off.” But Clause had definitely heard it. The sound of a key being wound, or the creaking joint of one of the marionettes, a delicate musical note had definitely just chimed from somewhere inside the little china doll on the shelf.

And the two children most certainly felt the strange breathing in the room. Like something was alive in there that shouldn’t be.

Aida started to whimper. “I don’t like how these toys smile at us, Clause. They look like the devil is inside them. Can we please go home?”

But Clause didn’t answer. He stared at the back of the room, his eyes wide and his body rigid with fear. The handle on the large jack-in-the-box had just started to turn itself. The tinkling melody chiming; round and round the merry-go-round the monkey chased the weasel, the monkey thought it was all in fun . . . pop! goes the weasel . . .


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