Hi all,
it’s cold outside, isn’t it? How about a nice cup of tea? But not from that cup, never drink from that cup! Why? Well, sit down, and let me tell you a little story.
Brent waved farewell to the American tourist who had just bought a set of six English teacups. They’d probably be smashed in the man’s suitcase on the flight home.
Good riddance, thought Brent. The cups were haunted, of course. He had advised the man most urgently to use them as decoration only, not to drink from them.
“And I got these for little Alice,” said Wilbur, unpacking the six dainty cups. “The guy said they shouldn’t be drunk from, but I’m sure it’s okay for doll’s tea parties!”
“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest man on earth!”
“…and the most handsome?” He teased.
“I guess!” She snuggled up to him. “Alice, honey! Look what daddy brought you.”
Alice wished that Wilbur wasn’t her real daddy, so it would be okay that she hated him so much. She particularly hated him when he made Mom laugh and did nice things, like bring her presents. It made her blood boil! But the cups really were cute. And her dolls loved them, even Samantha, who was a bitch most of the time.
For her birthday, they invited her classmates, but Alice slipped away to have a tea party with her real friends. Except for Samantha, who was dangerous since she had started drinking from the tea cups. She was in the attic, Alice could hear her moving around sometimes. The other dolls kept Alice safe, and were under strict instructions to look after Mom too. As for Wilbur. Well, he had bought Samantha, and the cups, so good riddance!
Now. How about a biscuit? Wait, not that biscuit, never that biscuit? Why? I’ll tell you next week!
