Parte 1 — Chucky

And he was just getting started.

She pushed the door open. Andy was still asleep. The doll sat propped against the pillow, its plastic face frozen in a friendly smile. Its eyes, though — those button-blue eyes — seemed darker than before. Almost alive. chucky parte 1

That night, after Andy fell asleep clutching the doll’s red overalls, Karen heard something from the bedroom. Not crying — Andy didn’t cry anymore, not since his father left. This was a voice. Low. Grinning. And he was just getting started