“You’re the perfect host,” the doll whispered as Rajesh kissed its rosy cheek goodnight. He recoiled saying, “No – I’ll kill myself!”
They burst in, anxious, only to find the nervous old man before his TV muttering, “Actions films scare the hell out of me, help me
“Murder! Murder!” cried a woman in horror, standing over a bleeding man in a shadowy lane.
