10

                                    

                                          
WARNINGS: Decapitation. Death. Freak accident. Suspicious Siobhan. Sick, twisted dolls. Fellatio. Nightmares. Completely bare. Devil star. Black goats. Blood. 
Fallon's POV:
I woke up to a ding on my phone, alerting me of a news report that was titled, 'Golden Globe Winner Babette Eno Decapitated In Car Crash.' It was probably one of the worst news reports that I've ever had to wake up to. 
When Anna called me, she was completely horrified, and she told me her fears and worries, "Did you see the report?" I answer her, "Yeah. You don't think that..?" She answers me, "Yeah, I have this terrible feeling that Siobhan might have..." 
She didn't have to say anymore. I tell her, "She does fit that profile, unfortunately." Anna called me immediately after she face-timed with Siobhan and the two Ashley's. The two Ashley's told her that Babette was giving the driver fellatio when he drove into a tree. 
They did tell us that both Anna and I are tied on Gold Derby's Best Actress Oscar nom poll. The two Ashley's and Siobhan got Anna to speak at Babette's funeral, even though Anna was advised under doctor's orders to not fly on an airplane when she is this close to delivering her baby. 
I decided that I would try to separate myself from Siobhan for the remainder of my own pregnancy. It was just too bad that both Anna and I have been nominated for a SAG award- different categories, of course- but, I was just happy that I wasn't having to be in competition against Anna, especially since we are already tied for Oscars. 
I felt bad about even being nominated for a SAG award- not only because I was mourning for the sudden death of Babette, but because I don't trust Siobhan, especially as of recently. 
The unsettling feeling that both Anna and I continue to experience wasn't going away, either. No matter how much Spencer continued to comfort and console me. 
Anna stood up at the front of the funeral's audience, "Life is unfair and unpredictable. How else to explain the ways the winds of fate blow?" This didn't make sense to Anna, and it doesn't to I, either. She didn't know Babette that well, and neither did I. 
Anna, "I mean, how is it possible that my friend, Babette Eno wins a Golden Globe Award and then...dies later that evening in a freak accident?" She took a deep breath, "How is it possible that after her win and tragic death that she was overlooked this year for a SAG nomination, and I wasn't?" 
I don't even feel good about Anna giving this speech, "I don't feel I deserve it. But I will show up. And dedicate the work, the honor of the nomination to Babette. She was not just my competition. She was my friend." I nodded my head along with Anna, as I will do the same thing. 
That night, the nights continued to escalate with horror. I think I am driving myself crazy, because I keep hearing the musical sounds of a cello playing. I look down to the ground, and I see yet another version of me as a Barbie doll. This time: my legs on the doll twisted in different directions. 
I just added that doll to a box that I buried in the backyard that next morning. Too freaked out to deal with it that night. I don't know how much longer I can continue to put these scary things out of my mind, especially since I have continued to struggle night after night with nightmares and the daily pains from my ongoing pregnancy. 
-The Next Morning-
I wake up to Spencer waking me up, holding yet another one of my disconnected look-alike Barbie dolls, except this time, the doll was completely de-clothed. He asks me, "Is this some kind of sick joke?" 
I didn't understand, as I sit up in our bed and rub my eyes, "What? What's going on, honey?" He takes a breath as he sits down on the bed, "Honey. Is someone..? Are you being stalked or something?" 
I tell him, "I don't know. Anna says the same things have been happening to her." He asks me, confused, "So, we aren't the only ones dealing with weird things like this?" I tell him, "No." 
Anna and I got together later that day, with our discontinued dolls to try and solve the mystery about these disturbing dolls. In our maps apps on our phones, the trackers on the dolls, all connected to each other, like a star, like a star mark that belongs to the Devil himself. 
She and I also agreed that there is something off about that Nicolette. I tried to ignore it as I sat on a chair by Anna's pool. She laid facing up in her pool, when she gasped. I stood up, and took off my sunglasses, "Anna?" She looked panicked. 
Then we both stopped when we heard eerily voices, that were of a whisper, it's source, sounds like it comes from one of a small child, "Anna" "Fallon." There was laughter, menacing laughter and then the bleating, the bleating of a goat, black horned goats. 
I have always been a very superstitious person, and I believe that black horned goats are the markings of the devil. I became very frightened when I saw them. Nicolette, "Can I help you, Mrs. Alcott? Mrs. Fern?" Anna looks at her and shouts, "Leave us alone!" So she did, and she walked away. 
Anna ran inside the house, and I followed not soon after. It looked like she was going to tell him something important, but changed her mind, "I'm sorry. I've been acting crazy and treating you like shit..." He tells her, "Stop it." She tries to intervene, "No, I..." 
But he tells her, "I'm sorry. The way I spoke to you that night of the Globes was awful. I never want to treat you that way." I don't think Anna knew what to think at this point, but I decided not to pay attention anymore as I grabbed a banana to eat, and began to create a healthy smoothie for myself. 
When I got home, I felt this pain in my stomach. I tried to contain my grunts of pain, as I went to the bathroom. When I looked at myself and my stomach in the mirror, I saw these four blood red spots on my stomach. Four tiny red dots on my stomach. 
My phone dinged not to long after that, it was a text from Anna that included a picture. When I opened the photo, I saw that she has the same exact marks on her stomach. My eyes widened and I drop my phone as I shout to my boyfriend in worry and panic, "Spencer?!"