David Emami was proud of the new porcelain doll he had just purchased and displayed it prominently for him and his cats to enjoy (he never had visitors, so all of his antiques were for him and his cats only). The doll was made in 1916 by a Russian immigrant that had lost her entire family aboard the Titanic. The doll would have creeped most people out with its painted face, rosy cheeks, gigantic smile, and uncomfortably large eyes, but David thought it was beautiful and had no problem spending $1400 on it (which nearly drained his savings in the process).
When David went to bed at midnight due to a M.A.S.H. marathon that he was eager to watch, everything seemed normal and fine. David crawled into his bed and quickly fell asleep. Suddenly, he heard something moving in the living room, so he went out of his room cautiously and was distressed when he noticed the doll now sitting on his couch. “I didn’t put you there!” said David groggily. He grabbed it and placed it back on the shelf, then went back to bed.
Again, he heard something moving around, so he ran to the living room and was startled to see the doll sitting on the kitchen counter. David realized that this wasn’t a dream. He screamed and ran back to his room. “Fred! Barbra Streisand! Prepare yourselves! There’s an evil doll in the kitchen!” They looked up at him, then fell back asleep. “Clearly you don’t care for your poor master at all!” he said, offended by their lack of action.
Something crashed in the kitchen, so David ran out, eager to catch the doll in the act, and the doll stood by the television with its head spinning. David couldn’t take it any longer. He kicked the doll’s head off, sending it shattering across the room, and the body fell to the ground, lifeless and limp.
David woke up in a cold sweat. It had all been a nightmare, but that didn’t stop David from taking the doll to the dumpster the next morning. It was an expensive trip to the garbage, but he couldn’t risk having the nightmare come true. After David threw it away, Lonnie, the homeless man that lived in the lot next door, grabbed the doll and sold it to a pawn shop for $50.
David Emami is Alone in Portland is a collection of stories that peer into the life of a middle-aged curmudgeon with a fondness for cats and antiques.
Playfully illustrated with Bitmoji characters, his story comes to life as each day brings a new adventure.
He was obsessive compulsive and mad about antiques. The apartment was covered, top to bottom, in decor that would be more aligned with that of an old woman that peaked in the 1960s. david-emami-takes-on-portland.html
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