As my wife wrote recently (here and here), she’s started a new jewelry business on Etsy: Door 44 Jewelry.

Meet the newest resident at the House of Reamy. My wife’s dubbed her dress form mannequin Ella, for some reason; and because my wife’s studio sits next to my side of the bed, so sits Ella next to my nightstand. There’s my lamp, the camera battery recharger, my clock, the book I’m currently (re-)reading… and Ella. I know she doesn’t have a head, but I can’t help but think if she did, it would be glaring down at me while I’m sleeping.

Of course, Wendi insists she’s harmless, just a harmless mannequin. But that’s the typical scene in any horror movie: the protagonists are always told that the evil they’re confronting is all in their heads. And like in those movies, Wendi would be wrong, and I…