With the images of the television broadcast fresh in your mind you rush to your younger sister's room.
This had to be some sort of joke broadcast, or a dream or something else. Surely there was no way that this was really happening! Was there?
You pause at Catherine's door and put your ear to it, as you hear her voice through the door.
"Mr. Jones, you're looking well today." she says, in a somewhat more childish than usual voice than she usually has. "Are you headed off to work? Better watch out for the traffic, Mr. Jones, I've heard that things are a bit rough out there today."
Mr. Jones? You think, as you take the door knob and open the door a crack. Your neighbor's name is Mike Jone's, but there's no way that he'd be over here right now.
"Catherine, is everything okay in here?" you ask as you nudge the door open a bit more. "Heard you talking out loud, and there's something weird going on out there. Just wanted to make sure that everything was okay."
Catherine smiles at you from her spot on the floor, and you sigh slightly. Despite being a teenager, Catherine has always had a somewhat childish demeanor, as she is technically the baby of the family after all, and she was born long after you and your older sister Jenna. She's taken out some of her old toys, apparently and is in the midst of playing with them on the floor right now.
"There's something weird going on out there, Catherine." you say, checking her windows to make certain that there's no bulging bellied women stalking outside of them. "I don't know what's going on, but you should be careful until it gets figured out. Okay?"
Catherine nods gravely. "Will do big brother." she says, with a smile on her face. "Don't want anything weird going on after all. Want to play dolls with me?"
"Well, I should probably go talk to Mom and Jen first," you say, with a shrug. "Make sure that everything is going alright."
"Okay big brother." Catherine says with a little smile on her face. I'll just be playing with my dollies."
"I don't remember you having a doll that looked like that, Catherine." you say with a little smile back. "Did you pick it up recently?"
"Very recently." she says, with a giggle. "Isn't that right Mr. Jones?" She picks up the doll, and you can see arms pumping and legs kicking as the doll seems to come to life, except... It's impossible, but... The doll looks just like...
"Mr. Jones?" you whisper as Catherine smiles sweetly.
"He never wanted to play with me growing up. But now that I'm a big girl, I guess he wants to play now. Isn't that right Mr. Jones?" Catherine asks, dangling the squirming and obviously terrified man by his arm in the air. "You know what my favorite game is, big brother?"
Catherine smiles at you, and leans closer as you feel your blood starting to run cold.
This is impossible, this can't be happening, but it is! Your mind reels and races, as you think.
What was her favorite game, again?
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