Innocently Evil (A Kitty Bloom Novel) Read Online Free PDF

power for their own evil doings. They all desired to turn me into a monster like them in order for evil to finally tilt the scales on good. Basically, I was soon to become horror movie monster chow and there seemed to be nothing I could do about it.
    A door a little way down the alley in front of me opened and a shadowy figure stuck its head out. I stopped where I was and backed into the darkness around me, hoping they—whatever it was—wouldn’t see me. I heard the figure mumble something in what sounded like French and then I watched as it took a further step outside.
    “Who’s there,” said a gruff and strongly accented female voice. The figure by the doorway moved slightly and the light from inside the door shone across her face. It was a woman, a very old woman.
    My instinct told me to acknowledge her, but my mind, drugged up with worry and paranoia from what I’d just heard, wouldn’t let me move. Confusion as to what to do seemed to increase my fear of the situation and I couldn’t seem to stay still. My body was flinching from the anxiety of newly formed caution and mistrust and I knocked a small potted plant from its safe perch on a windowsill. It hit the ground with a loud crash, which echoed through the thrumming silence as the pot shattered. Stupidly, I jumped at the noise even though I’d helplessly watched the pot fall seconds ago expecting the same result. I looked up at the old woman again, but she was no longer in the doorway, though the door was still wide open letting the light from inside stream out into the darkness.
    “Are you coming, dear,” came the old woman’s voice from somewhere inside the doorway.
    I was walking confidently towards the open door, before I’d even had time to acknowledge my movement. My caution only kicked in again as I reached the doorway and looked inside. I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d been expecting to see, but I was pretty sure it never had anything to do with toys. Everywhere, in each corner of the room were shelves or tables or counters filled with toys. Soft toys, carved toys, dolls, statues, games and toy trains, the list went on. The entire front room was littered with them, making the room bright with a rainbow of colors. I glanced up at the sign above the main counter. ‘Cantrelle’s Toy Shop’, it read.
    “Wh at are you waiting for, little Miss,” asked the old woman from somewhere deeper inside her home.
    I couldn’t come up with a sane sounding a nswer. I couldn’t exactly say that I was worried that if I went in she’d eat me or turn me into a monster, so I stepped inside.
    “Come through to the back, my dear,” came the old woman’s voice again.
    I still hadn’t seen her properly, still wasn’t sure if I was safe doing what I was doing, but I followed her instructions anyway. I stepped through the maze of toys and tried hard not to connect eyes with some of the creepier, more life-like ones. I didn’t need to be scaring myself any worse than I already was.
    I finally made it through the shop to the back room, which was a little kitchen, and there sitting at the head of the kitchen table looking solemnly at me was Sam.
    “Hi, Kitty,” he said cautiously, almost like he was afraid I’d run from him again.
    I opened my mouth in surprise and went to say something along the lines of ‘what the hell are you doing here’ when the old woman interrupted me.
    “Tea,” she asked, as she entered the room through another door and headed over to the teapot.
    “What,” I answered, shaking my head at the whole situation.
    “Would you like some tea, dear,” she asked me once again, this time turning to face me with a smile. She was an odd old lady. On first glance, her pudgy, round figure, flowing floral dress and neatly permed, white hair gave the impression of a sweet little grandma. But her face seemed to prove otherwise. Behind the rosy red cheeks and dimpled chin, were dark, sunken eyes and large, white, pointy teeth.
    “Ah