The spring was put there

For a dead man, he had a surprising amount of spring in his step.

She had to place her hands over her sibling’s eyes. It was rather grotesque, after all. Other children were looking in fascination, but it wasn’t exactly what she wanted any of her family to see.

“I’m trying to see the show!” her sibling protested.

The dead body jerked upward, the amazing amount of threads that were hardly visible turning his face into a morbid smile. Other people laughed and cheered. They thought the marionette was amazingly lifelike.

She knew better though, because she had known him when he was alive.

“We’re leaving,” she said, taking her sibling’s hand and leading them away. She had to find her brother, too.

They had to get out of here.