I spot the inn when I pull off Route 12.
The Cranfield looks pretty old…
But I need somewhere to wait out the storm.
And here in the country…
There’s nothing but scarecrows and cornfields for miles.
I run through the rain and ring the bell.
The door creaks open…
And a plump, white-haired lady pops out onto the porch—
Lisette
Lisette
I’d like a room, please—
Old Lady
Old Lady
Of course, dear.
Old Lady
Old Lady
The Cranfield is all yours.
Lisette
Lisette
There are no other patrons?
Old Lady
Old Lady
None for a few months, I’m afraid.
Old Lady
Old Lady
The quiet is too much for a poor old lady sometimes!
She beckons me in…
So I shake the water off my boots and follow her to the desk.
The inn is dark—
Lit only by the moon and a few dim, yellow lamps.
Old Lady
Old Lady
I’m Rose.
Rose
Rose
And you are?
Lisette
Lisette
Lisette.
Lisette
Lisette
So how much is your cheapest room, Rose?
Rose
Rose
I have some for only $65…
Rose
Rose
But there are no televisions or connected bathrooms.
Lisette
Lisette
I’m okay with that.
Rose
Rose
Good!
She smiles and takes a key from the hooks behind the desk.
Rose
Rose
Here you are, Lisette—
Rose
Rose
Room 13.
Lisette
Lisette
Thanks, the weather’s pretty bad out there.
Rose
Rose
I quite like the summer storms.
Rose
Rose
But the sun should be out in the morning.
I look around…
Waiting for her to take me to my room…
But she pulls me into the parlor instead.
Rose
Rose
I was about to have some coffee and cakes.
Rose
Rose
Please join me, Lisette!
Rose
Rose
I don’t often have the pleasure of entertaining guests.
I’d like to get some sleep…
But she bats her eyelashes at me…
Pleading…
So I cave in.
Lisette
Lisette
Okay, some coffee would be great.
Rose
Rose
Lovely!
Rose
Rose
Please make yourself at home—
Rose
Rose
I’ll brew a pot in the kitchen.
She scurries off…
And I wander around the parlor, waiting.
The room is all floral fabric and porcelain dolls…
And the antique furniture is cloaked in dust.
I settle myself on the couch…
But the dolls seem to be watching me…
Their eyes wide like moons.
Or perhaps I am too tired.
Soon, Rose prances in with the coffee and cakes.
She pours the cream from a rusted silver pot.
Lisette
Lisette
You have quite the collection of dolls.
Rose
Rose
As I said…
Rose
Rose
I’m often alone out here.
Rose
Rose
But the dolls keep me company!
She laughs and dumps some sugar into her coffee.
Rose
Rose
Clementine and Victoria are the newest…
Rose
Rose
And Josephine likes to sit in the rocking chair.
The names strike me as familiar…
Like I’ve heard them somewhere…
Or seen them, maybe…
Lisette
Lisette
Did you take their names from a book?
Rose
Rose
Each doll came with her own name—
Rose
Rose
Same as The Cranfield.
Lisette
Lisette
The inn?
Rose
Rose
The Cranfield was a coaching house in 1883.
Rose
Rose
There have been many improvements since then, of course…
Rose
Rose
But the floors are historic—
Rose
Rose
And so is the coal-burning furnace.
I stifle a yawn and sip my coffee.
Rose eats a cake and rambles on.
1 hour later
Finally, Rose takes me to my room to sleep.
Rose
Rose
Here we are—
Rose
Rose
Room 13.
Rose
Rose
I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me, dear.
Lisette
Lisette
Thank you, Rose.
She scampers off…
And I open the door to my room with my key.
I’m exhausted from the wet, summer heat…
Drained from talking to Rose…
So I lie down in the ratty, moth-eaten bed.
I’m about to sink into sleep…
But then I smell it—
The coal-burning furnace.
Is Rose somehow cold…
In June?
I crawl out of the sheets and sniff the air…
But the room swims around me.
Sweat pours down my cheeks…
And I think I might be sick.
I open my door and stumble into the hall.
I need to find the bathroom.
Some of the doors have room numbers painted on the wood…
So I wander past them.
I spot a plain, narrow door at the end of the hall…
And I turn the knob.
But instead of the bathroom…
I’ve found a closet full of pretty, porcelain dolls—
And none of them have eyes.
Why does Rose have these?
Suddenly, a crack of thunder rattles the windows.
The lamps in the hall flicker and burn out…
And I am alone in the darkness.
I fumble around…
Weak…
And Rose wanders into the hall with some candles.
Rose
Rose
Are you okay, dear?
Lisette
Lisette
I was just looking for the bathroom…
I struggle to speak…
The words are like molasses in my mouth.
Rose
Rose
The plumbing’s broken in the hall toilet…
Rose
Rose
But there’s a washroom off the kitchen.
I totter after her…
But I’m too faint to walk.
I slump against the wall and sink to the floor…
Limp.
Lisette
Lisette
I think…
Lisette
Lisette
I need a doctor…
Lisette
Lisette
Take me…
Lisette
Lisette
To the hospital…
Rose
Rose
But Lisette…
She leans in and whispers…
Her breath rotten in my ear.
Rose
Rose
Don’t you like it at The Cranfield?
Rose
Rose
Don’t you like coffee and cakes with me?
I choke on the air…
And my eyes widen in horror.
Lisette
Lisette
Did you…
Lisette
Lisette
Poison…
Lisette
Lisette
The coffee…
Lisette
Lisette
To keep me here?
Rose
Rose
Of course not.
Rose
Rose
Poison is for killing…
Rose
Rose
And you’ll never die at The Cranfield, Lisette.
Rose
Rose
You’ll be my immortal.
She smooths my hair…
Grinning at me with crooked, yellow teeth.
I reach out to push her away from me…
But pain explodes in my chest like a bomb.
I see a flash of white—
And then I sink into the darkness.
I open my eyes and look around in the faint glow of the moon.
I’m alone in the parlor…
Sitting in a chair…
But the room seems off—
Like I’ve shrunken or something.
I need to find my cell phone…
To call the cops about The Cranfield…
But my limbs are stiff—
Paralyzed.
I attempt to scream…
But my lips are numb, too.
Then, from the furnace from below the kitchen…
I smell it—
The putrid odor of burning skin and hair.
Soon, Rose huffs into the room with her candle…
Soot-stained and out of breath.
Rose
Rose
You should’ve eaten fewer cakes…
Rose
Rose
Your earthly remains were heavier than an elephant.
I think of the hall closet…
Of all the dolls without eyes…
And my knotted stomach—
Or what should be my stomach—
Sinks.
I know what she did to me…
I am her doll.
With some kind of potion in the coffee…
She took my soul.
And I will never leave The Cranfield.
She looms over me like a giant…
Stroking my cold, porcelain cheek.
Rose
Rose
Oh, Lisette…
Rose
Rose
I will never be alone with all of my sweet dolls.
Rose
Rose
And you look so pretty next to Clementine!
Suddenly, I remember where I saw the names from earlier—
Clementine…
Victoria…
Josephine in the rocking chair…
All of them were in the newspaper.
3 women in the last 6 months…
And all of them went missing out on Route 12.
Lisette
Lisette