Ezra went home for his father's funeral. He left with an unwanted inheritance: a ventriloquist dummy named Virgil. Virgil gave him the creeps, yet so did all dummies, with their dead eyes and unnerving smiles. But there was nothing actually evil about Virgil, right? Of course not. Ezra drove back on a desolate, winding road. He had music to keep him occupied, as he attempted to ignore the eerie dummy sitting beside him in the passenger seat. He told himself that Virgil couldn't move on his own, though the dummy's head was somehow staring at him. Poor Ezra was about to have a very bad accident. One that would leave him trapped where he might never be found. Trapped with Virgil, who was not a very nice dummy. Virgil, who was about to make this nightmare so much worse...
Ezra went home for his father's funeral. He left with an unwanted inheritance: a ventriloquist dummy named Virgil. Virgil gave him the creeps, yet so did all dummies, with their dead eyes and unnerving smiles. But there was nothing actually evil about Virgil, right? Of course not. Ezra drove back on a desolate, winding road. He had music to keep him occupied, as he attempted to ignore the eerie dummy sitting beside him in the passenger seat. He told himself that Virgil couldn't move on his own, though the dummy's head was somehow staring at him. Poor Ezra was about to have a very bad accident. One that would leave him trapped where he might never be found. Trapped with Virgil, who was not a very nice dummy. Virgil, who was about to make this nightmare so much worse...
