Hellboy Odder Jobs by Golden Mignola

Author:Golden, Mignola [Golden, Mignola]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-05-14T05:24:09+00:00

which sends a warning through his body as if he is being microwaved. "Wanna give you one."

"Gee, thanks, but I couldn't

"

"Here!" The gnarled hands close around one of the dolls lying on its front and the old lady shoves it at Hellboy.

"Right." He takes it reluctantly, and when he turns over the plastic effigy wrapped in dark red gauze, he feels even more reluctant. "What the ...?"

The mummy-wrapped doll with fire-red hair flying every which way resembles all the rest but for one thing: two horns emerge from the wrap where the forehead and hairline meet. Hellboy stares at the doll as if mesmerized. "How the hell did you ..."

The bench next to him is empty. The old woman has disappeared. So have the other dolls. He looks over the back of the bench; no sign of the sleeping bag. The few other bench sleepers haven't stirred.

From all around him comes a crooning voice eerily like the old woman's, singing about love and family and connection and home being where they have to take you in.

Hellboy jumps to his feet. He races around the pond, then through the bushes, smashing tree branches aside, his ears pricked for the voice, which seems to come from here, then there, from everywhere. Just when it grows louder, when he almost reaches it, instead of being in front of him, it now comes from behind.

Half a minute of this run-around is enough, and he stops in his tracks. "Okay, be an invisible old lady, see if I care."

The response is a cackle that to other ears might be the wind blowing a candy wrapper across the concrete path. It fades, and with it the sense of a presence, and Hellboy knows he is alone again.

He looks down at the mummy doll he holds in his hand. Boy, does it resemble him! "If this isn't a paranormal experience, I don't know what is."

"Helldoll?" Liz turns the little red-headed, red-wrapped mummy with mini horns over and over in her hands.

"That's why you wanted us to come down from Fairfield?" Abe Sapien says, joining them, his moves graceful as a fish gliding through water.

"Let's have a look," Dr. Kate Corrigan says. The esteemed author of books on folklore and occult history takes the little doll from Liz's hands, examines it, then begins to search for the end of the wrapping. "This is not a Voodoo doll."

"Could have fooled me," Hellboy says.

"Ditto," adds Liz, lighting a cigarette.

"A real Voudun doll," Kate continues, "is formed to represent the one upon whom the spell is to be cast."

"It has horns," Liz says.

"Horns that are complete, not clipped like Hellboy's. A doll also has to include something of the person, for

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