Mentally rattled, Harold slowly regained his senses and realized his whereabouts and of what he was saying. Demonic had since come out from where she was hiding and stood near the feet of her soon, a victim.
The doll namely Demonica was nothing pretty to look at, as her red hair had fallen out from years stored in a damp basement. Her clothing too was soiled from mildew and the years she was played with by an uncaring sister. Her eyes looked like dark orbs, giving a sinister stare that made the blood in Harold want to curdle.
"Take me back upstairs," demanded Demonica!
"Yea-sure, why not," Harold replied, as his mind felt all disheveled from revived vivid thoughts of friends Mike and Alex.
Harold leaned forward and with one hand he took a firm grip of the doll. As he slowly rose to a standing position, Demonica was struggling against his sound grasp of her arm. He turned and slowly plodded up the basement stairs, his arm swinging as his hand held the doll.
"Harold, Harold," said Demonica, "When you get me upstairs I will need for you to strip me naked and give my clothing a good washing!"
"Yea, yea, yea," replied Harold, his mind buzzing from recalling what became of Alex. As he strode up the steep steps his thoughts panned back to what became of Mike, Alex's elder brother. Harold felt somewhat jealous of Mike, he getting cursed, the Professor who owned the pony farm having changed Mike of species to being a pony stallion.
Finally, Harold stepped up the last step from coming out of the basement to the house. As he turned to give the basement stairway door a closing, he spied atop the refrigerator his mother's iron cooking pot, ( A Dutch oven.) Holding still a firm grasp of the devilish doll, Harold needed to reach both of his hands to retrieve the cooking pot.
"Unhand me, what are you doing," Demonica said, she sounding angry and somewhat concerned with what Harold was doing.
"You wanted me to give your clothes a good washing, well putting the to soak in this pot with some soap will leave them extra clean when they get washed in the washing machine." Harold said and Demonica thought his thought as worthwhile.
Still holding onto the doll, Harold moved the iron pot to the sink and began filling it with hot water. Once filled 3/4's full of water, Harold laid Demonica down on the kitchen counter and began undressing her. He removed her black plastic shoes, setting them to one side of the pot. Harold then rolled the doll face down and began to unbutton the long dress she was wearing. He unbuttoned but two buttons before giving the dress a tugging, it pulled into a knot about the neck and head of the devilish doll.
"Ack, you are choking me," Demonica yelped, as her arms and hands tried to help remove the snagged dress.
Harold had his chance while Demonica was in a state of self preservation. He picked up the doll and shoved her into the iron pot mostly filled with hot water. She really began to struggle, but Harold slammed down the iron lid to the pot and raised the three steel clamps to effectively lock the lid in place. He then picked up the pot filled with a struggling devil-doll, placing it on the kitchen cook top, and turned on the gas flame.
As the heat warmed the pot and the water inside started to boil, meager screams could be heard ad the doll was feeling her first closeness to living in hell. Harold tipped open the very small steam vent and it began to whistle from built steam and the cursing coming from Demonica. The pot cooked for an hour on the stove while Harold went upstairs to the bathroom and took a reviving warm showering.
When after showering that Harold returned to the kitchen, the steam vent had ceased whistling. Harold thought to open the pot, but touching it, he could still feel some movement inside.
"What to do," Harold pondering the situation, it something his parents would never believe as true or possible.
Harold had an idea that would seal the fate for the devilish doll. He left the hot pot still over the eternal flames, and walked out to the garage. In the garage he set up his father's welding apparatus, planning to weld the lid permanently to the top of the iron pot before he would dig a deep whole and bury the pot in the ground.
An hour later and the welding was done, Demonica was entombed inside the thick iron cooking pot. Although the pot continued to jump around on the worktable, as she inside struggle to escape. Harold had a second thought, one about rust, as if he buried the pot, in ti me it would rust and the welding points would break. He looked around the garage before finding some thick landscaping plastic his dad used to help control the growth of weeds in the flowers around the outside of the house. He wrapped the pot with the plastic and using then a propane torch, he did melt the plastic into an extra seal to slow the rusting of the pot when buried.
Harold grabbed a shovel and with the iron pot tucked heavily under his left arm, he thought to exit the garage with his scheme to be rid of Demonica the devilish doll.