Spinner Story: Chapter 3

Updated: Jan 2, 2019


Note: Like all the Spinner Story chapters, this is posted in basically a first-draft form... it has not been thoroughly edited. I try to get these out quickly to you, so please forgive any typos or errors. I hope you enjoy the story!


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Spinner Story: Chapter 3


Jay dashed into the lobby of the hospital to find hospital staff rushing in every direction. A fire alarm blared overhead; Jay pressed her hands to her ears to block the piercing sound as she tried to make sense of the scene. Prospective patients stood and sat in the waiting area, their movements and expressions in various states of alarm. Nurses rushed between them, urging them up and toward the exits. Jay stepped in front of a nurse dashing past toward the elevators. “What happened?” she asked.


The nurse forced a smile. “Stay calm, please. Get in line with the others. We’re being evacuated – just a precaution, no reason to panic.”


Tell that to the expression on your face, Jay thought as the nurse raced away.


Jay didn’t know exactly what happened, but she suspected – no, she knew – that the ghosts were somehow behind it. That meant it was targeted for her, somehow. And possibly Kyle. The ghost outside had said there were others. Whatever that meant, it couldn’t be good.


Panic rushed through Jay as she shoved through the not-so-calm lines of people streaming toward the exits. She ran toward the elevators, only to be stopped by a burly security guard.


“Elevators are closed,” he growled. “Exit with everyone else.”


Jay swallowed and spun, taking off for the stairwell door she remembered seeing when she’d first been admitted to the hospital.


To her relief, the door swung open with a simple pull. Jay rushed up the stairs to the floor Kyle had been on. Please let him be okay.


Suddenly the alarms went silent. Jay froze in the stairwell for only a moment before resuming her dash up the stairs. The silence left in the wake of the alarms amplified her footsteps’ echoes in the stairwell.


Jay reached Kyle’s floor and yanked the door open to find a surprised-looking nurse supporting a none-too-steady patient. “What are you doing up here?” the nurse said. “Everyone is being evacuated!”


Jay didn’t take time to explain. “Are there any patients still up here?”


The nurse blinked. “Sure, some we couldn’t move. We’re having to arrange special transport for them, but we’re working to get them ou – hey! Come back!”


Jay shoved past the nurse and dashed down the hallway. She had no idea what room Kyle was in, but without knowing what had set off the alarms, she couldn’t waste time talking to the nurse. Kyle just had surgery; she was certain he was one who couldn’t just get up and walk away. He was still in here – somewhere.

“Kyle!” she yelled.


She was answered by a voice pouring through the overhead speakers. “Attention all hospital staff , patients, and visitors – it is safe to re-enter the building. We apologize for the alarm. It is safe to re-enter the building.”


Jay spun to find that the nurse from the stairwell had set the patient in a chair and gripped the phone at the nurses’ station against her ear. She hung up and looked at Jay with wide eyes. “False alarm. Seems a generator in the basement exploded and started a small fire, but it’s all under control now.” She leaned her arms on the desk and dropped her head, taking a shaky breath, then looked up at Jay. “This is such a mess. Now we have to return all the patients to – “ She gave her head a little shake. “I’m sorry. Were you looking for someone?”


Jay nodded and moved toward the desk. “Kyle...” She stopped, realizing she didn’t know his last name. “He’s... we were injured together, at the pageant downtown. I need to make sure he’s okay.”


The nurse’s eyes widened again. “You’re the ones who survived the collapse.”


Jay nodded. “Please. I don’t know his last name. I just need to see him.”


The nurse pressed her lips together, then sighed. “We don’t usually allow non-family in the recovery wing, but... he specifically asked to see you when he woke up.” She glanced around, as though worried someone was watching, then moved from behind the desk. “Give me a minute.” She moved toward the patient and helped him stand, then murmured something to him as she helped him hobble down the hall. A few moments later, she returned. “Okay,” she said, looking at Jay. “Follow me. Hurry.”


The nurse led Jay into a room and then slipped out, closing the door softly behind her.

A light-blue curtain hung around the bed. Jay inched toward it. I hope he’s not naked or something, she thought. Her fingers hesitated only a moment before pushing aside the edge of the curtain.


Her breath went out of her. Kyle lay, unconscious, on his back on the bed. His injured leg was heavily-wrapped with gauze and padding, and elevated slightly by pillows on the bed. Kyle’s hair looked oily and mussed, and he was pale – so pale. IV lines ran from one wrist to a machine by the bed, and tiny monitors were attached to his fingers.


Jay edged toward the bed, suddenly uncertain. Should she wake him? After what he’d been through, he certainly needed the rest. But she did want him to know she’d stopped by, that he wasn’t alone. Her eyes drifted over the small room. It was bare except for a Styrofoam cup and pitcher on the tray by Kyle’s bed. Maybe the nurse’s station would have paper so she could leave him a note. She turned, stepping lightly toward the door.


“Jay?” Kyle’s hoarse voice froze Jay partway to the door and she turned back.


“Hey. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”


Kyle smiled. “No. Come, sit." He patted the bed with his free hand.


Jay moved toward him, but lingered near the bed, not wanting to sit for fear of jostling his leg. “Are you... I mean...” Of course he wasn’t okay; that’s why he was in the hospital. She started over. “How are you feeling?”


“Blurry,” Kyle said, his eyes drifting halfway closed. He smiled. “You’re... pretty.”


This close, Jay could see the fog of painkillers in his gaze. He was loopy. Jay fought back a smile, though she couldn’t control the blush she felt rising.


“Um, thanks.” She swallowed. “Your leg. Is it... did they say how long a recovery?” Jay wasn’t sure how much information she could get from Kyle in his current state, but she needed to know how badly he’d been hurt. This was all her fault. She bit her lip, silently praying he wasn’t permanently injured.


Kyle’s face spread into a dreamy smile. “Oh. That. Yeah, isss no big deal. Phycazul... phylaczul...”


“Physical?” Jay offered.


Kyle nodded slowly. “Yes. Phycazul therpary a few weeks. No big damage. Maybe a... gimp. Limp? Gimp. Limp. Are those... real word things? They sound faked.”


Jay laughed and nodded.


Kyle raised his head from the pillow and tipped his dazed eyes up to her again. They cleared for a moment, his face turning serious. “Are you... hurt?”


Jay shook her head. “Barely anything. I’m fine.”


Kyle’s head sank back and his eyes drifted closed. “Good. Good.”


Jay reached for his hand and set her fingers on his, though a rush of embarrassment shot through her as she did. Was this too intimate? It’s just a friendly touch.


Kyle’s eyes popped open and he glanced down at their touching hands, then looked up at her, his eyes clear. “Thanks for coming,” he said, drawling the words, then his head collapsed back to the pillow and his eyes fell shut.


“You’re welcome,” Jay said. “I’ll let you get some rest.”


He didn’t answer; he was already asleep.


Jay let herself out and moved toward the stairwell, muttering a thanks to the nurse as she passed. When she pulled open the door to the stairs, she startled – the wide eyes of the ghost from the bathroom were dangling in mid-air.


“Hi,” the ghost whispered. “Come, quickly.”


“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Jay said, straddling the doorway. Could she trust the elevators? Not that the ghost wouldn’t just follow her.


“No, I mean come in. You don’t want the nurse seeing you talking to yourself, do you? She’ll have you sedated or something.”


Jay glanced back and saw the nurse was indeed nearby, searching through some papers at the desk. “Okay, fine,” Jay huffed. She slipped inside the stairwell and closed the door behind her. “Now what – “


“You have to get out of here,” the ghost said.


Jay’s pulse skittered. “Why?” Were the ghosts about to do something else to the hospital?

“There’s somewhere I need you to go.”


Jay’s thudding heart calmed minutely, and she narrowed her eyes. “Why?”


The ghost’s eyes narrowed. “I’m trying to protect you. Just... do what I say.”


Jay shook her head. For far too long she’d been plagued by ghosts, but she was done being controlled by them – at least without understanding why. “Not good enough. Explain.”


The ghost sighed dramatically, its spectral arms flopping in exasperation. “There are the us ghosts and the them ghosts, okay? We want you to save the house – “


“Yes, I know,” Jay growled. “That’s why I’ve been humiliating myself trying to get the money. It’s never enough for you, is it? I need time. You can’t expect me to just make thousands of dollars materialize overnight!” After Jay’s parents died in the accident five years before, the ghosts had appeared, and hadn’t stopped haggling her since. When she inherited the house, she also inherited the debt her parents had worked so hard to break free of without ever quite making it – including outstanding mortgage payments. Jay’s job barely made enough to cover everything, and she’d considered selling the house –but even if the ghosts hadn’t panicked and threatened her into not doing that, she wouldn’t have been able to go through with it. The house was her home, where she’d grown up and the last solid tie to her parents. It hung with memories just as thickly as with ghosts.


The ghost shook its head frantically. “No, no, no, you don’t understand. It’s not us, it’s them. We know you’ll save the house, Jay, we know you will. But they...


“They what?” Jay spat. One horde of ghosts floating around her house was more than enough, but a second group just felt like madness. “What in the world are you talking about?”


“We want you to save the house, but they do not. See?” The ghost widened his eyes into something close to a puppy-dog look, but far more disturbing.


“No. Why – “ Jay paused. Her ghosts – she shivered as she realized she’d just thought of them as that – would never explain why the house meant so much to them, even when she asked. But she gathered from stray comments it was their lingering task; that saving the house would somehow put them at rest. She reasoned perhaps they were former occupants, or maybe even the original owners. But what would a second group of ghosts want with an old, run-of-the-mill house in the middle of the suburbs? It wasn’t anything special... except to Jay. “Why do any of you even care? Just leave me alone!”


The ghost’s eyes turned sad. “We can’t, Jay. We need you. We need you to help us.”


This was the closest any of the ghosts had come to explaining anything – usually they bullied her and spouted veiled threats, though they had never been actually dangerous until recently, when the bank sent the foreclosure notice. Perhaps they were getting desperate. Jay stepped forward, not wanting to startle the ghost – That’s ironic, Jay thoughtout of his current willingness to open up. “Why?” she asked softly. “Why me? How can I help you?”


The ghost’s eyes peered into hers with desperate intensity. “The house, Jay. We need it to be... safe. We can’t move on until it is. The others have... other plans. They cannot be trusted, Jay.” He glanced around as though he expected them to appear any moment. “Do not tell them I told you, Jay. It is... forbidden... to explain to the living what we have been tasked with here beyond. I cannot say more. You must... uncover it on your own. But I can help you, Jay, I can help you!” He nodded emphatically.


“How?” Jay asked, completely drawn in. This was the closest to answers she’d ever been.


“I can warn you.” The ghost grabbed Jay’s arm with a spectral hand, shooting shivers down Jay’s spine.


“You can touch me?” They’d never made physical contact before. She hadn’t even known it was possible.


“It’s the object, Jay. The object. They are close – if they get it – “ His eyes widened with horror. “They cannot get it, Jay. It will trap us here, dead and not dead – always. Forever. We will be...”


“Zombies?” Jay gaped.


The ghost stared. “No. That’s ridiculous. Zombies do not exist, Jay. We will be... the walking dead.”


Jay opened her mouth to argue but thought better of it. “Fine. But... why? None of this makes sense.”


“The house, the object, it is all part of one whole. Jay, you have to get the object before they do. Understand? It is important. So very important!” The ghost’s voice rose to a yell.

Jay almost quieted him, then realized no one but her could hear him anyway. He continued to shout.


“The others are dangerous! They are close and draw closer by the day! They will hurt you, Jay! They will hurt many, until they get what they seek!”


He stopped, panting, while Jay stared at him, trying to process. “What object? What do you need me to do?”


“Get it, Jay. Get it and destroy it.”


Great. Like the one ring? “Get it from where? Destroy it how?” Please don’t let him say I have to take it to a fiery volcano.


“Yes, yes, Jay. Good. You are listening. It is easy. You can do it. The object is in a dollhouse.”


“A... dollhouse?” Jay gaped.


“Yes, yes,” the ghost nodded. “A dreamhouse. Big. White and pink. You cannot miss it.”


“Why would it be in a dollhouse?”


The ghost shrugged. “The former owner hid it where none would find it... his granddaughter’s old dollhouse, stored in his attic. He meant to retrieve it. Then he died.”


“Okay, so... it’s in some guy’s attic? I just have to go get it?”


“Yes and no, Jay. Yes, you can just go get it. No, it is not in the attic.”


Jay narrowed her eyes. “Then where?”


“Sunny Street Thrift Shop.”


“What?” Jay blinked.


The ghost nodded. “His family has cleared out his house and is donating all things. They no longer want the dreamhouse, Jay. You must get it... before the others do.”


If this ghost’s information could be trusted, Jay’s ghost situation had just been taken to another level. Had these two groups of ghosts plagued her parents, as well? Her parents had never mentioned it, but why would they? It would have frightened a child. But perhaps the reason the ghosts harassed her now was because she was now the owner. Her parents had begun to get behind on payments years before that... had the ghosts harassed her parents, too? She considered asking, but wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer. The others were dangerous...


Had the others had something to do with her parents’ accident? Cold fear trailed its fingers down Jay’s spine. She wanted out of this – completely out – but it seemed the only way out was through. “Fine. I’ll do it. Where’s the shop?”


“Downtown. Mark Street.” The ghost tilted his head as though listening, then snapped his gaze back to Jay. “But hurry! Hurry, Jay! Hurry!”


He vanished.


The ghost’s panic infected Jay, sending her racing down the stairwell and out into the parking lot... only for her to realize she had no car here. Dang it. She didn’t even have her phone. What in the world happened to my phone?! It was probably buried in the rubble of the pageant. Great.


Jay took a sharp left and raced back into the lobby of the hospital and to the reception desk. “Can I use your phone? Please. It’s an emergency.”


The receptionist’s eyes widened. “Should I call – “


“No, not that kind. I... I need a ride. Please. It’s important.”


The nurse rolled her eyes but handed Jay the receiver.


“I’m sorry, can you... I don’t have my phone or anything to look up a number. I need a cab? Or an Uber or something?”


The nurse’s eyes drifted over Jay’s ruined pageant dress, then back to her face. “I’m sorry; we don’t really do that.”


A middle-aged man rose from one of the nearby waiting room chairs. “I’ll do it,” he said, holding out his phone. “Here. Request a ride to wherever you need. I’ve got the Uber app already pulled up.”


Jay’s shoulders dropped in relief. “Thank you.” She rushed toward him and took his phone, giving him a genuine smile. “Thank you so much.”


“No worries,” the man smiled back. “What is the world without people looking out for one another, right?”


Twenty minutes later, Jay’s Uber driver dropped her on the curb in front of the Sunny Street Thrift Shop. It hadn’t been far from the hospital, really, but had definitely been too far for Jay to walk comfortably in a torn dress and heels. “Thank you,” she called as she slid out onto the sidewalk. The driver pulled away.


It wasn’t until this moment that Jay realized she had nothing – no wallet, no money to buy the dreamhouse with, even if it truly was here. Anxiety swirled in her stomach. She would figure something out. Maybe she could find the object and remove it in-store, leaving the dreamhouse for some happy child to purchase. She went inside.


The bell on the door dinged behind her, and a cashier from the one checkout desk looked up at her. “Hello! Welcome to Sunny Street!”


The store was small, with a handful of patrons milling about its racks and shelves. Jay strode methodically down all the aisles, but didn’t see a dollhouse anywhere. Had the ghost been wrong? Last time I take instructions from an invisible phantom. Yet Jay’s anxiety only increased; what if it was here... and she’d been too late? Jay approached the cashier. “Hi. Sorry. Do you know if you’ve had any dollhouses in lately? Like maybe one of those dreamhouse-type things?”


The cashier tilted her head and frowned. “No, we haven’t had one of those in a while. But we’ll be getting a new delivery from our donation trucks any minute! If you don’t mind waiting, maybe you’ll get lucky.”


“Thanks,” Jay said. She didn’t really want to hang around for a delivery to arrive. She considered going home and changing, then coming back, but... she had no phone, no money, and home was on the other side of town. Besides, what if it was on the truck and she missed it? She’d never hear the end of it from the ghosts, then. But the tiny, dim shop was beginning to make Jay feel claustrophobic. “I’ll just wait outside,” she told the cashier.


“Okay.” The cashier smiled, then snatched a flyer off the counter and shoved it at Jay. “In case you’re interested. Mr. Barker of Barker and Dave’s is hosting a Feed-the-Homeless meal tonight, right on top of his parking garage across the street!” She gestured proudly toward the shop’s tinted front window, through which a massive, multi-story building loomed on the other side of the road. “They’ve cleared out the top level of his parking garage and they’re setting up the event right now! You can stop by and help support local charities and even make a donation, if you’d like! The meals are free for homeless but if you want to eat, it will be $10 a plate.” She flashed one more smile and then spun away toward an approaching customer, calling “Enjoy your shopping! Let me know if you need anything!” over her shoulder.


Jay slipped back out of the shop and stood on the street, peering up at the towering structure across from her. Ordinarily she’d be thrilled to see a local business owner giving back to the community, but today everything felt somehow ominous. Something about the building beckoned to her, and not in a good way. She swallowed, then glanced both ways to check traffic and dashed across the empty street.


Now that she was standing directly in front of it, the building felt even larger. She stepped back to the edge of the sidewalk and peered up at it. Though she couldn’t see much, she could hear commotion happening in the parking garage atop the building. They must be setting up the event now. The tell-tale beeping of a large truck backing up echoed from one of the garage levels... then panicked shouting.


What’s going on? Jay glanced up just in time to see the back-end of a pick-up truck striking the concrete barrier of the towering parking garage. Voices yelled, but clearly the driver hadn’t realized how close he was to the wall of the garage. The concrete barrier came up past the truck’s tires, but Jay saw the red glow of brake lights flash brighter as the driver slammed on his brakes... but it was too late. The back of his truck struck the barrier.


Jay jumped back into the street as the back end of the truck crashed through the barrier, sending chunks of concrete raining to the sidewalk like massive hail stones. The screech of brakes brought Jay back to the reality that she had basically jumped into traffic, cars skidding to a stop all around to avoid both her and the falling debris.


Panting and safe for the moment, Jay gaped up, unable to look away. The back end of the truck tilted then settled, dangling partially off the barrier. “No!” Someone shouted from above. “Watch out below!”


The load inside the pick-up truck’s bed – which looked like stacks of some kind of metal containers – shifted and slid toward the tailgate, slamming against it. The tailgate shuddered and then burst open, and piles of metallic containers toppled out into the open air.


Jay screamed and jumped back further, not even processing the fact that she was jumping further into traffic, as the metal boxes spun open as they fell.

Jay dropped to the ground and shielded her face as metal objects struck the sidewalk and road with a deafening chorus of clangs , then one landed on top of her and she realized with a shock that it didn’t crush her skull but it did hurt and it burned, splattering something hot and red all over her.


Blood, she thought, jumping to her feet to escape the scalding liquid, but it cooled quickly as clumps fell off of her and she stared down. Meatballs?


She took in the scene around her. Meatballs. Splattered catering trays of spaghetti sauce with meatballs covered the sidewalk and street, the dented foil containers and lids scattered everywhere.


“You okay down there?”


Jay looked up in a daze to see a man leaning over the concrete barrier and another rushing up beside him.


“I’m so sorry! Are you all right?”


Drivers around Jay exited their sauce-splattered cars, and a few people rushed over to Jay. “Are you hurt? Are you okay?”


Am I? Jay looked down. Her already-filthy gown was now covered in sauce, and one stray meatball still stuck to her collarbone, wedged between her dress and her skin. Her toes squished in pools of sauce inside her shoes. But she was okay. The sauce hadn’t been hot enough to truly burn her, only uncomfortable. She wasn’t sure what that said about the quality of their catering, but at least she hadn’t been scalded by a random hailstorm of meatballs. “I’m... I’m okay,” Jay muttered, surprised. “I’m okay.”


Relieved sighs broke out around her.


“That was terrifying to watch,” a grey-haired woman said, moving toward Jay. “Here, let me help you get cleaned up. I can’t do much, but... I’ve got wet wipes in my car.” Jay let the woman take her arm and lead her over to a grey sedan, where the woman gestured for Jay to sit on the car’s hood. “I imagine we need to wait for the police to get here, since we’re all witnesses. But at least we can get some of that sauce off that lovely face. Are you sure you’re alright?”


Jay nodded and took the wet wipes the woman handed her. “Yes. Thank you.” A meatball shower. Could this day get any stranger?


A few minutes later, Jay sat in the back of an ambulance while the paramedics checked her over – she had tried to protest she was fine, but the old woman had convinced her to at least let them check. The cops had arrived and taken statements, and were now upstairs speaking to the truck driver. Most of the vehicles had been allowed to leave, but additional traffic was being detoured around the block while a small crew cleaned up the street.


A cargo van pulled up to the blockade and the driver climbed out, speaking with one of the cops. Jay read the side of the van – Sunny Street Thrift Shop Collections. The delivery van. The man began unloading stuff and handing it off to the shop attendant, who carried it inside and then returned for more. A bag of what seemed to be clothing. A small child’s rocking chair. A pink and white dollhouse.


Jay turned to the paramedic, who was checking her blood pressure. “I’m fine, really. You don’t have to do that. I’m good to go.”


“Just one more second,” the paramedic said, looking down at the meter of the cuff. “Almost done; just want to make sure.” He looked up at her. “It’s a little high.”


Of course it is. “I’m fine. Need to go. Thank you!” Jay stripped off the cuff and leaped to the ground, staggering a moment on her heels before rushing across to the shop.


The doorbell dinged as Jay raced in and slid to the side to allow a woman to pass carrying a bulky black bag, then again as the door slammed shut behind her. “Excuse me, ma'am?” Jay hurried toward the cashier. “That dollhouse that just got brought in. I need to see it.”


“I’m sorry,” the cashier said. “I thought you left! Typically we need time to price things but a woman actually grabbed that up as soon as it came in – it’s already been purchased.” She nodded toward the door.


Through the shop’s window, Jay saw the woman setting the black bag before a young girl barely as big as the package. The girl peeked inside and then beamed and skipped in place, then the woman hefted the item again and the girl twirled along behind her down the sidewalk.


“No,” Jay said. “No, wait!” She dashed out onto the sidewalk and chased after them.


“Wait, please!” She knew she looked crazy, and the torn, meatball-soaked dress only made it worse. But she needed that dollhouse.


The woman stopped by a car parked parallel to the sidewalk, just beyond the cordoned off meatball-mess, and turned, her eyes narrowing as they found Jay. “Yes?” she asked hesitantly, pulling her little girl behind her with one hand as she adjusted the dollhouse against her torso.


Jay skidded to a stop and tried to give a friendly smile. “I’m sorry. I know you just bought that dollhouse, but I really need it. Can I... purchase it from you?”


The woman glanced to the child, who stared up with large, devastated eyes. She turned back to Jay and shook her head. “I’m sorry, but no. It’s for my daughter.”


Jay turned to the little girl. “I’m so sorry. Please, can I get you something else? Anything else. This dollhouse is... it belonged to someone and it is important to me.”


The little girl studied Jay tentatively, then shook her head. “Mine.”


Jay sighed and turned back to the mother. “Please. I promise I’m not crazy, and I don’t usually go around bribing toys from children but please. This dollhouse... it’s sort of a matter of life and death.”


The woman’s eyes narrowed, and Jay realized uncomfortably how close the police were and how near she probably was to having the woman call them on her. The little girl tugged her mother’s hand and the mother tipped down as the girl whispered something. The mother laughed, then straightened and turned to Jay. “Okay. You can have the house... if you do something for us.”


“Yes,” Jay nodded. “Of course. What is it?”


The woman drew her keys from her pocket and popped her trunk, and Jay’s eyes widened as she took in the mountain of chocolate bars that filled it. “Phoebe really wants to win the top award for the fundraiser this year. You can have the house, if you buy all her chocolate bars.”


Jay gaped. “But... that must be hundreds of dollars worth of chocolate!”


“$1200, actually,” the woman said. “But it’s that or no deal.”


“Do it, Jay,” a voice whispered near her ear, making her cringe. “You have to. Either that or break in and steal it. We need that house. It’s the one.”


Jay glanced between the mother and the child with their matching hands-on-hip try me stares, and sighed. That ghost better hope it’s worth it. “Fine. I’ll do it. But I don’t have the money on me right now. How can I get it to you?”


“Give me your number, and I’ll text you a place and time to meet,” the woman said.


What is this, a drug deal? Jay shook her head. “I’m sorry. I lost my phone.”


The woman groaned. “Of course you did. How about this?” She set the dollhouse down – behind her, out of Jay’s reach, Jay noticed – and pulled a notebook and pen from the purse over her shoulder. “Here’s our address.” She tore a scrap out and handed it to Jay. “Stop by when you have the money ready. But it has to be within the next two days, or the deal’s off. Phoebe’s fundraiser deadline is coming up.” She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t get any ideas. I have an alarm system, a big dog, and a husband with guns. And if you show up after two days, I’m calling the cops on you. I don’t trust you.”


Jay swallowed. “Right. Got it.”


The woman slammed the trunk, then spun and shoved the dollhouse into the backseat of the car, then led the little girl around to buckle her into a carseat on the other side.

Jay backed up against the building, clutching the scrap of paper, as the mom and child drove off.


Once again, my problem is money. When wasn’t it? But Jay only had $287 in her bank account and her credit card was already maxed out from covering excess bills. How in the world was she going to find $1200 to buy a dollhouse and a mountain of chocolate?



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END OF CHAPTER 3

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Spinner Story Chapter 3 Plot:


Goal: Barbie Dream House

Obstacle: Meatball shower

Catastrophe: Mountain of Chocolate Bars


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