A/N: This is another short chapter. I hope the next one will be longer!

CHAPTER TWO: ODD THINGS

The next day, Mort finished unpacking and setting up his house. In a room next to his, Mort found in a closet a cloth doll. It had blue stitches for eyes, a red stitched mouth, a blue and red checked dress, black cloth shoes, shoulder length brown yarn hair, and a white bonnet on her head. Mort thought it was odd that the doll was there. It looked fifty years old at the least, yet in new condition. He picked it up and set it on top of the dresser that was never removed.

Mort came back to the room ten minutes later, because he had left his keys on the dresser. After he noticed that the doll was gone. Maybe the doll was just a figment of my imagination, he thought, leaving the room again.

The disappearing doll wasn't the last strange occurrence in that house that day. When Mort was clearing the basement, he heard a child crying.

"Hello?" he asked, looking around, trying to find out where the crying was coming from.

At the far end of the basement, was a trap door. He opened up the trapdoor, and found a skeleton of a child. Mort shrieked, and ran up the stairs.

Once in the living room, Mort dialed the sheriff of Lake Town.

"That might be the body of Mary Underhill. Went missing a couple hundred years ago. Lived in this house. They never found her body," said Sheriff Truman, looking at the skeleton, "she was seven years old then. It was such a tragedy. Her mother had died in childbirth seven years before and her father killed hisself with an axe after they couldn't find Mary."

Mort avoided the basement until Mary Underhill's skeleton was removed.

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