Chapter 7

The boy yanked on the handle, pushing and pulling with all his might.

"It's locked!"

"What's going on? Is someone out there?"

I walked to the window and closed it. "Probably just the wind. This door is a bit old. Don't worry, I'll call the housekeeper."

A girl crouched on the floor, sobbing:

"Parents who raise a kid like that can't be normal either. We shouldn't have come here today!"

Another girl scolded her: "Why didn't you say that earlier?!"

"You didn't say anything either!"

Daisy yelled at them: "Shut up! My parents aren't like that. Do you want me to hit you?"

"AHHHHHHHH!"

The two girls clung to each other, screaming even louder than before.

"Bones! That doll!"

They hadn't dared retrieve the fallen head. Only now did they notice the headless doll still in their hands.

"It's made from a real person, right? Isn't it?! ISN'T IT?!"

They grabbed Daisy by the neck, shaking her violently.

The boy panicked too, trying even harder to open the door. The wood creaked loudly with each attempt.

Knock knock knock.

Someone was at the door.

"AHHHHHHH!" They were all in a state of terror.

"W-who's there?!"

There was no answer from outside. Daisy suddenly got excited:

"Ms. Yang! It's Ms. Yang! Quick, open the door!"

Daisy hated Ms. Yang. She had never sounded so eager to see her before.

I warned them: "Step away from the door."

BANG—

After two or three hits, the door burst open with a loud crash.

Ms. Yang walked in, closed the door behind her, and stood blocking the exit.

"Let us out!"

"Please, I'm begging you, let us go!"

The corners of Ms. Yang's mouth turned up slightly. This was the closest she ever came to smiling.

She began to sign.

"Get out of the way!"

"What are you saying?! We can't understand you!"

Their voices were filled with terrified sobs.

I translated with a cold smile: "I begged you like this too. What did you do then?"