Sid didn’t know what made him pull off the interstate and drive into that little no-name town. It had only one main street not long enough for a traffic light. He passed a diner offering big burgers and parked in front of a curio shop.
The little bell rang over the door as he tromped in still not understanding why he was there. An old woman greeted him.
“What you are looking for is by the window.”
“Doll heads?” he murmured feeling scared.
The voices of all the children the serial killer had murdered shrieked his name stopping his heart.









