Seeing her eye swollen nearly shut, she recalled the mornings events and ran up the stairs to Bradley’s room. There she found him chanting nonsensical words in a ring of candles, with his shirt off. The doll was still attached to his chest, though it somehow had an evil look to it. When she got no response by yelling his name, she went into the little girl’s room, where she found her daughter in a fetal position in the corner, saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” over and over again.

Feeling very weirded out, she peeks back into Bradley’s room, just in time to see him remove the doll. Under the doll, a gaping hole straight through his chest revealed that her son had truly lost connection with the normal world. Feeling like her world was coming down around her, she went to her room to get the pistol she kept under the mattress. Crying tears of pure grief, she fired the gun three times at her son. When the bullets stopped three feet from Bradley, she was truly terrified.

Yet for all her efforts, Bradley was still chanting. Finally giving up, she went into her daughter’s room. There she shot her daughter, then herself. Six days later, the cops arrived to investigate why the family had suddenly disappeared. Inside the house, the police found what looked to be a case of a single mother snapping under too much stress. It appeared she had shot all of the family members, including her son and daughter. Except for the unexplained hole in her son’s chest, everything made sense.

The next day, when the bodies were examined by the mortician, he found a doll gripped in the boy’s hand. Next to it was a note written by the officer who’d delivered the body saying the boy’s grip could not be broken. The mortician removed the note, then took it to the furnace room to dispose of it. When he came back, the boy was gone. 

Alarmed, the mortician immediately crouched, thinking someone had come and stolen the body away. As he crawled through his facility, he felt a drop of something on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw the boy crawling along the wall, with the doll sitting on the boy’s shoulder. Horrified, the mortician tried to run. The doll dropped off the boy and drilled straight through the mortician’s skull, claiming yet another life.

In the moments after the doll dropped off his body, Bradley saw the bodies of his mother and sister. As he passed onto the next world, he blamed himself for their demise. When he reached the gates of Joseph, he condemned his self to eternally waste away in Hell, grieving over his sister and mother.