Just keep the salt water in your mouth, she said. Don't swallow or spit it out, she said. Find a good hiding place from a demon doll while fucking inebriated she said. Easy as pie, right? Except not. He'd never tried holding anything in his mouth for fifteen minutes before.
He found a good hiding spot, or so he thought. He was inside of a closet and was peaking through the keyhole. He could hear other people scuffling around and Merri's yelp. That cued him off as to the location of the thing, hopefully. If he'd known this is what was going to happen, he wouldn't have gone. Why had he followed them? Especially Audrey? Wasn't he supposed to tell Audrey something while here too?
His thoughts were cut short by the sound of something scratching at the door.
"I found you..." came the singsongy voice.
He just rolled his eyes and sat tight. Then the knife came through the door and he swallowed half the contents in his mouth. Then the knife came through again. Backing up against the back of the closet, he kicked forward and was rewarded with seeing the doll on the other side of the room. A moment later, it came dashing toward him and he spit the rest of the salt on it's face causing it to stop.
That only lasted a moment or so, just long enough for him to get out of the closet, having gotten tangled up in some old clothes.
He was too drunk for this shit.
Next thing he knew, the doll had shoved the knife into his foot. "You, BITCH!" he shouted before pelting it with a potion, then kicking the vile thing across the room against the far wall again. His foot was still bleeding, but he hadn't really had time to treat it, since he wanted to get away from the thing. And then there were the stairs, which he fell down. This night was getting better.