The dream shattered me. Memories of Edgar and his strange closet came flooding back. As I evaluated the whole thing with my now adult brain my blood began to run cold. Why the fuck did that kid have two dolls chained up in his basement? His parents clearly knew about it as well. What exactly was going on there?
Throughout the month I was consumed with this mystery, and after the fourth night in a row of that same horrifying dream, I decided to take my first steps in solving it. I got in touch with Edgar through Facebook. He quickly accepted my friend request. We traded messages back and forth for a week or so. It was small talk at first, just playing a little catch up. I bided my time before I asked him the question I was dying to ask.
A few days ago, I felt it was time so I finally inquired. What exactly was Mr. Checks about?
It took him a few hours to respond. This concerned me since our conversations had been going at lightning speed prior to this question. Maybe I would never get an answer to this enigma.
Finally, he responded.
Are you sure you really want to know?
Why don’t you come over, and I’ll tell you all about it.