This is my version of Curse of Chucky. I own NOTHING but Alice's older sister, Samantha May Idell. It's based on the events that happened in Curse but with different reactions. Hope you'll love it :D

Chapter One

Samantha looked out the window on the way to Aunt Nica's mansion. The colorful leaves fell from the tall trees as the wind picked up. Samantha looked down at her IPod to change the song to "Lithium" By Evanescence on the loudest volume.

Alice tapped her on the shoulder. "Sami!" She yelled.

Samantha quickly took off her headphone. "What is it?" She slightly spoke in her British accent.

"Sami!" Barb turned around and stared at her. "Can you please turn your music down?"

Samantha nodded. "Yea, sorry."

Barb turned back around, wiping tears from her eyes.

Samantha wasn't new to death. Samantha was born in England and moved to the States when she was five. Her parents couldn't afford much let alone a daughter. When Samantha was ten, she was adopted by Barb and Ian. Samantha lost her best friend when she was in sixth grade named Janet. She was now eighteen and almost fluent in English by taking lessons twice a week. Samantha had long blonde hair with brown underneath and faded green eyes.

Soon, the car came to a stop. Sami noticed that they were at Nica's. Father Frank stepped out of the car he used to follow us.

"Thank you for inviting me, Barb." Father Frank hugged her.

"She should be inside. Jill, help Ian with the bags please." Barb wiped her nose. Samantha followed Barb and Frank inside.

"I hope she's okay." Samantha frowned.

Barb held Sam's hand. "She's fine."

Barb opened the door and stepped in; Frank closing the door behind them. They looked over to Nica who was throwing away all Sarah's painting supplies into a huge garbage bag.

Barb walked over to her sister. "Nica." She hugged her.

"I'm so sorry." Nica sobbed. "She was fine! She was taking her meds. She was painting again."

"No." Barb answered.

"She was fine." Nica repeated.

Nica faced Barb. "How could she do this? How could she do this to herself?"

Frank and Samantha walked over to the two. "You, uh, remember Father Frank?" Barb asked.

"Uh..." Nica forced herself to remember. "yes. Hello Father."

"I am so very sorry for your loss, Nica." He frowned.

"Thank you." She smiled slightly.

"Your sister just thought it might be a good idea for me to come." Father Frank nodded.

"I appreciate it. But you know my mother and I left the church a long time ago." Nica blinked.

"Not in the eyes of God." He smiled.

"I just thought I might be nice for us to have someone to talk to." Barb said.

"We have each other." Nica sounded annoyed.

"Nica..." Barb looked into her eyes. "We have to pray for her to be forgiven."

"She was sick. You can't judge her." Nica frowned.

"No one is judging her. In fact the church's official response in a situation like this is not to judge but to pity." Frank assured her.

"My mother and I had quite enough pity, thank you." She curled her lips in.

Frank nodded. "I understand."

From her bag, Samantha took out her camera and took a picture of the chandelier above her. "So beautiful."

Barb turned around. "Take a look around if you want."

Samantha nodded. "I'll look at the garden outside." She walked out the back door.

Nica sighed. "It's my fault. I should have seen it coming."

"Nica, you cannot blame yourself. She was suppose to be taking care of *you*" Barb wiped her tears.

Jill, Alice, and Ian walked into the house with their bags. "Hi." Ian hugged Nica.

Outside, Samantha walked into Sarah's sunflower garden. The sun hitting the sunflowers gave out a magnificent glow. She sat on the ground and aimed the camera upward, taking a perfect shot. She stood up and accidentally took a blurry shot of the bathroom window.

"Shit." Samantha went through her camera to delete the photo. When she looked closely at it, a blotch of red hair was easy to spot. She quickly looked at the bathroom window to see nothing there anymore. She took a cigarette from her black trench coat and stuck it in her mouth. She lite the cigarette and continued looking at the picture. "What in the world...?"

Alice squealed loud enough for Samantha to hear it. Sami put out her cigarette then ran inside to find Ian and Jill trying to open the door.

"What's going on?" Samantha pounded on the door.

"We don't know! Alice, open the door, honey!" Ian jiggled the knob.

Jill took out her nail filer and jammed it into the key hole. On the other side, the key fell out and the three of them barged in.

Alice stood in front of the door with a doll in her arms. "He scared me half to death." Alice giggled.

Samantha looked at her camera then at the doll. "Alice, did you put the doll up to the window?"

Alice shook her head. "I just found him."

Samantha blinked. "Are you sure?"

Alice nodded then walked past her. "Positive."

Jill, Ian, and Sami followed Alice into the living room where Nica, Barb, and Father Frank sat.

"We're back." Jill announced.

Nica smiled at Alice. "You found him."

"He was in the bathroom." Alice smiled.

Nica blinked at Alice. "Really?"

Samantha sat down on a purple chair. "Yea, weird."

"You know, I think grandma wanted you to take care of it." Nica rested her head on her hand.

"It was obviously sent here by mistake. It must have belonged to someone else. And Alice, you already have too many dolls as it is." Barb took a bite of a cookie.

"Yea, but, Chucky's my friend 'til the end." Alice held him across her arms.

Samantha took her coat off and sat it in her lap. "Mum, I mean Mom, just let her keep it."

"I agree. I actually think it's a really nice gesture." Ian smiled at Barb. "It's a doll. What's the worse that could happen, huh?"

"I liked to be hugged." The doll spoke.

"I like to hug you too, Chucky." Alice hugged him.

Samantha looked at Alice. "How sweet." She smiled leaning forward, resting her chin on her hand that rested on her lap.

Alice put Chucky to her ear. "What's that, Chucky? Oh, Chucky wants to know what's for dinner."

The group laughed at her pretending Chucky actually asked the question.

"Well, I guess I better get started with dinner." Barb put her tea cup down then stood up.

"Oh, don't be silly! You guys are my guests and you must be exhausted from the flight. Please, just make yourselves at home. Father Frank, you will stay for dinner, won't you?" Nica looked at him.

Father Frank stumbled. "Well, uh, I'd love to, Nica. Thanks."

"Uh, YOU"RE gonna make dinner?" Barb looked around. "For seven?"

"Eight." Alice corrected, including her new doll.

"Well, I'll need a chef's assistant." Nica smiled at Alice.

"And Chucky can be MY assistant." Alice hugged Chucky.

"Great! Let's get cooking." Nica rolled herself into the kitchen.