Haddonfield {Jersey}: A Doll's Erasure

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of Earthling haunting, a doll, a prompted romance (marriage), and 'inevitable' vanity.

A doll-omen inspired by Annabelle (John Leonetti). Thanks so much for reading (Happy Summer),

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction offers no ties to the referenced work/film/story of inspiration and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' translations).

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I moved from the East to Haddonfield (Jersey) and began a special Halloween blueprint for a swap of bank-stored (rumored/insured) 'blood-diamonds' with glass-animal toys for an eco-message of Earth minerals proportion for street-insurance gossip that would draw (Interpol-relation) examination eye for my Selfie age of incomplete-distances readings of fortune superstitions concerning treasure-island motions of Hell (damn).

However, this isn't the story of an eco-vigilante thief but a man who found a special antique gift pre-deed on Halloween Day, a small doll of older generation, worn down and haunted by a demonic spirit, which I didn't realize until I brought the little-girl doll home to my Haddonfield (Jersey) house and named it/her Acorn (reflective of the pedestrian-friendly atmospherics of my scenic small town of the East Coast, USA).

ACORN: I can talk, with adjectives and my dark pronoun(s), mister.

ME: Are you speaking, Acorn?

ACORN: Can you not believe I'm speaking from the other side of time?

ME: What?
ACORN: I'm a messenger of an evil purpose, mister.

ME: What are you saying to me (here)?

ACORN: On the day of your robbery, I'd like you take a female hostage (teller).

ME: Esmerelda (the Haddonfield bank-teller); I know her...I like her, Acorn.

ACORN: That's the point...you marry her, or I'll become your live-in haunting.

ME: You're some kind of wedding-specialist, Acorn?

ACORN: Fail me and regret it, mister (damn).

ME: What choice do I have (fine).

ACORN: Selfie-like!

BANK MANAGER: This guy walked in with a theater-prop water-rifle (eco-game).

INTERVIEW: Historic Haddonfield's much pedestrian traffic for antiques/visit.

BANK MANAGER: The rumored (insured) diamonds were Ion-co. treasures, friend.

INTERVIEW: You wish to remain silent/anonymous about origins-gossip (media)?

BANK MANAGER: What would you do...this guy had a doll and water-gun with HCL.

INTERVIEW: Maybe Ion sent its own 'eco-agent' for street-insurance gossip play!

BANK MANAGER: Hey, it's an eco-capitalism farm, surely.

INTERVIEW: Thanx (stranger).

It was Esmerelda ('Ezzy') who escorted me to the bank vault-room with the Ion-boxes, as I held Acorn in my arms alongside my HCL-gun (damn). I covered the security-camera with bubble-wrap and swapped the 'blood-diamonds' with eco-message glass-animal toys (for Halloween's leviathan). I grabbed Esmerelda afterwards and told her to come with me to Brussels (for the next Halloween Eve).

I buried Acorn in my backyard and did some local library research about hauntings in Haddonfield with Ezzy. We fell in love and got married and promised never-again to look-back on that whispering haunted demonic doll of premonition-warning and command-prompts of the dark-side of the heart! We discovered there was some incident, around Halloween, in our small town of USA, involving some demon-message about marriage and infidelity (wow). Was this Facebook-like (for the Ego)?

EZZY: A marriage is a marriage, surely.

AMLAN: I do love you...and we've got it (all) here/now (in Brussels!).

EZZY: Thanx for the Medusa artwork.

AMLAN: You own it!

EZZY: Are you writing that novel concept (Medusa's Eco Phoneme)?

AMLAN: Why not?

I made Esmerelda some zesty lime-accent Thai-spaghetti on Valentine's Day in Belgium and forgot all about Acorn (now). I thought to myself, "Marriage is marriage" (even when commanded by some voice of Hell).