Title: Tea Party
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The tea was made and the cakes were on their doilies. She’d put it all out just perfect, just right. The dollies were sitting neat in a row at the little table. Drusilla hummed to herself, looking around. Where was her new friend?
She had said seven days. Seven days and then she would be by for tea and cakes. To talk about water and darkness, death and decay.
The hiss of static behind her made Drusilla turn. She frowned at the television.
“Now which of you naughty creatures turned that on?” she addressed the dolls. She glared sternly at them, but received no response. Fluff and spice and nothing nice – that’s what her dollies were made of.
She turned to the television. A well and a hand on top of the well. Over the edge. Crawling out of the darkness. Into the light. Drusilla cocked her head to the side and watched, her humming continuing.
Her friend was coming!
And she needed her hair brushed and a new dress.
Drusilla pursed her lips and walked to her dresser, taking up her brush. This is what friends were for. Tea and parties. Talking about corpses and carnage.
She watched as the girl crawled through the television, into the living room.
Her new friend needed a bath. Drusilla wrinkled her nose. This wouldn’t do at all. No tea party for her. Miss Edith would be upset to have a guest like this.
“You are a dirty, dirty girl,” she chided, tapping the hairbrush against her palm. “But don’t you worry. Mummy will make it all better. A bath and clean dress. Your hair…”
Her new friend tilted her head to the side.
And then dove back through the television.