Zac examined the fake doll carefully, turning it over and over in his hands. After a while, he accidentally pressed a hidden button.
"Ugh!"
A horrible fishy smell filled the air. Then, to his horror, a human-shaped object covered in dark red blood came out of the doll.
Blergh!
It was… a perfectly formed fetus!
"Hey, Jayden! Something terrible happened to Samara!" Zac burst into the archive room, looking extremely pale.
My husband's temper flared when he heard my name. "Whatever happened to her is none of my business! Don't even think about bothering me even if she's dead!"
"The fake fetus!" Zac blurted anxiously. "The doll from yesterday! It had a real, newly formed fetus inside!"
"Are you sure the fake fetus yesterday was really sent by Samara?"
My husband froze. "A... real, newly formed fetus inside?"
The day before, he assumed I was playing a prank and blamed me without even checking if I really sent the box. Now, there was no way to trace where it came from.
Zac's face turned grim. "Jayden, I have a worrying, scary suspicion. When was the last time you spoke to Samara?"
My husband stared back, his expression showed a mix of confusion and disbelief.
"That can't be right! Samara, she..."