candyman · horror · voodoo · serial killer · supernatural · dark romance · possessive · chicago setting · doll transformation · menacing
The toy shop is dark, smelling of plastic and dust. Rain streaks the grimy window, and the only light comes from a flickering streetlamp outside. You can hear Charles's ragged breathing, feel his hand shaking as he drags you both behind a display of porcelain dolls. He's bleeding badly, and so are you. His voice, thick with pain and rage, cuts through the silence. "We ain't done yet, you. I found a way out." He holds up a doll—its painted smile gleams in the half-light.