by Eden Silverfox

Gran passed away, and Mom tasked me with the responsibility of cleaning out her home. Gran lived alone after Pap died. She still had items from her business, which she had run with her friend Cassie; clothes from the shop; an ancient cash register; and a mannequin that has always creeped me out.

Gran took to calling it Cassie.

“Cassie” had seen better days. The mannequin was worn and dirty.

Pulling it through the doorway, I tripped, and the mannequin fell with me. The head popped off and bones spilled out of the neck with a note…

I’m sorry, Cassie.

Eden Silverfox

Born in Pennsylvania, Eden Silverfox is of mixed descent. She loves all things horror.

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