Doll House

A Halloween Special 2012 Tale “What are you doing!? Stop it! Stop it!” The pregnant woman rubbed her belly in that absent-minded way expecting mothers do. “I’m going to fulfill my ancestor’s legacy, thanks to you, professor - and the girl.” The girl lay naked on a wooded table. A large, glass jar, kind of an inverted tub, enclosed her. The room was straight out of Dr. Jeckyll’s laboratory with shelves of oddly-shaped jars full of strange-looking content. A flame flickered beneath a beaker. Bubbles rose through a spiral tube, green liquid dripped into a flask. There were no windows. The only sign of modernity was the fluorescent lamp hanging overhead. The professor, sensibly dressed in slacks and a pale green, fluffy sweater was fastened to the heavy wooden chair. A thick leather strap encircled her throat, another her chest, a third her waist. More straps secured her wrists and ankles. ...