Old Lady Abigail's Doll Museum

by: bribri666 | Complete Story | Last updated Jul 2, 2014


Chapter 5
Spending the Night


Chapter Description: Stacy and Deedee spend the night in Abigail's house, and have a restful slumber....or do they?


After they ate, it was officially dark outside and Stacy’s watch showed it was about 8:15. Abigail led her and Deedee down a hallway and into another hallway with a modern looking bathroom, and two modern looking bedrooms, which she insisted Deedee and Stacy had separate rooms and that they were right next to one another if mother and child needed to see one another. She also had baby monitors in both rooms so she could hear them if something happened. Stacy questioned the need for a baby monitor in her room, but Abigail pointed out she could also use it to listen to Deedee and Stacy then back off with a simple shrug of her shoulders. Abigail also suggested that the both of them should probably get some sleep since they would need to leave early in the morning and that she was going to go read in her study and to press the button on the monitor if either of them needed anything. Stacy thanked Abigail for the help and her and Deedee both went into the bathroom to use it and wash up for bed. Stacy told Deedee how proud she was of her keeping her pants dry and that she might be totally ready for big girl panties soon if she kept it up. Deedee smiled and thanked her mother for the compliment and hoped that she could do so soon.

As soon as they finished washing their faces and hands and freshening up, Deedee and Stacy both headed for their individual rooms, and they both discovered that Abigail had laid sets of pajamas out for them with a note attached to Stacy’s. Deedee’s was a pair of footed pj’s that had a doll on the front that matched her doll and she squealed with delight at that. Stacy helped her out of her clothes and into them and into the footed pj’s and tucked Deedee into bed. Shortly afterward, Deedee was fast asleep and Stacy made her way to her room.

Once in her room, she closed the door behind her and set the baby monitor so she could hear Deedee like Abigail had shown her. She then sat down on the bed and placed the pajamas in her lap and unfolded the note and started to read it. It read: “Dear Stacy, Thank you so much for agreeing to stay with me in my house and museum for the night. I want you to know that I get quite lonely in here sometimes and occasionally I will let strangers stay with me as a gesture of goodwill if they seem to be well behaved when they are here and after they visit the museum. It is my way of showing trust as well as a friendly gesture. Please promise me you will be good and I want you to have a good night’s sleep so you can be ready and raring to go to your big new house tomorrow morning. Just tell me you will be good through the baby monitor and I will hear you. Have a good night! -Abigail”

Stacy thought the letter was a little strange but there was no harm in humoring the kind old lady who had been so nice to her and her little girl and Stacy stripped out of her shirt and capris and took her shoes off and stood in front of the mirror in the room in just her bra and panties and smiled at her lovely figure as she then slipped on the pajama pants over her underwear and put on the pajama shirt and buttoned it up. She then softly whispered “I promise to be good, Abigail” into the speaker of the baby monitor and laid down and clutched her leather and wood dolls and drifted off to sleep just like Deedee. Her words about being good for Abigail swirled in her head.

Stacy tossed and turned a bit during the night, and could have sworn she heard the sounds of a soft music box playing in the background or like a crib or mobile sounds, but they were so soft and faint that she couldn’t make them out for certain. She flipped and flopped a bit in bed as the time ticked by, and eventually calmed down and slept without issue.

Stacy woke to the sun peeking through the blinds of her room and her thumb in her mouth. She quickly removed it and her cheeks blushed red and she was grateful that Deedee hadn’t been around to see it or she would have been made fun of for sure and that bothered her for some reason. She saw the room in great detail for the first time as she really didn’t pay any attention the previous evening and it kind of looked like a little girls room with rainbows and soft pastels adorning the walls. Then Stacy looked down and saw she had both her wood and leather dolls in her arms and was grateful they were there. She posed them and played with them for a little bit pretending that she was having a dress up party and that they were modeling off fashions for her and she was having a great time. Suddenly a knock on the door.

“Hello? Good morning Stacy! Are you awake?” Abigail from the other side of the door, at least she had the decency to knock, Stacy thought.

“Yes, Abigail. I am awake! Come in!”

Stacy pushed her dolls to the side as Abigail entered the room and she didn’t want Abigail to see she was playing with them, and pulled the covers up a bit and readied for a conversation with Abigail.

“Did you sleep well sweetie?” Abigail asked Stacy, with a bit of talking down to Stacy.

“Yes I did. Thanks for asking. Is Deedee up yet?”

“Oh no. The little angel is still sleeping hun. She had a big day yesterday. You did too didn’t ya?” Abigail smiled.

“Yes, we did. It was such a long drive Abigail, I got so sidetracked, but we had a wonderful time, and look forward to going in a little bit. Thank you so much for your kindness to me and Deedee.”

“It’s no problem sweetie. I just want to talk to you about something before you had to go. If it’s ok with you?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“Well you seem so troubled yesterday. You seemed like you were carrying such a burden with you, that only after I helped the both of you did you feel relieved. What is it that is troubling you so?”

“Oh I see. I’m sorry Abigail. I don’t want to burden you with my problems.”

“Sweetie, that’s what I am here for. You can open up to me. I promise nothing bad will happen, only that you will feel MUCH better if you let me help you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes dear, I am sure. It’s no trouble at all. In fact, why don’t you call me Abbie if it’ll help dearie. Abigail is so formal, we’re all friends here. Can you call me Abbie, sweetie?”

“Sure Abbie.”

“That’s a good girl. Now tell me all about your problems hun.”

“Oh…oh…..ok…..”

 


 

End Chapter 5

Old Lady Abigail's Doll Museum

by: bribri666 | Complete Story | Last updated Jul 2, 2014

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