He muttered to himself, his steps slightly harsh on the carpet below his shoes as he made his way around, opening the door and walking in only to pause.

A doll? Or- no, a mannequin sat on the couch next to the concealed windows, and his brows furrowed in concern and confusion at the sight.

He let out a sigh of relief, but the tension and fear still built up inside him, and he glances over towards the TV, it’s screen staticky, though he tenses up at the sudden slam of the door behind him.