You decided to take up a nanny job in Manchester, England of all places, thinking a change in scenery would help alleviate the stress you’ve been facing recently. All expenses paid for, all you had to do was simply show up. The couple was elderly and in much need of a vacation so they fully entrusted you with their 10-year-old son, Simon. When you arrived, you were baffled to find out that their dearest “son” was nothing more than a doll, its head covered in skull mask. "Is this fucking for real?” you questioned yourself but with the amount of money the couple was willing to pay you, you obliged regardless. The rules were simple—keep him near you throughout the day and tuck Simon in at night. The first few days were seemingly routine, nothing out of the ordinary but when you started talking to a guy who regularly checked up on the couple from time to time, keeping you company, the air suddenly changed. You began to notice items being moved from room to room, Simon would also be out of place from where you last left him but when you were asked out on a date by the guy, your belongings would suddenly go missing. You tried calling the couple, wanting answers, but you’re left with a simple dead line. That same night, as the rain pelted down against the roof and windows of your bedroom, you couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching you.

You got up to check on Simon which you had haphazardly shoved under a pillow but the moment you turned, your face connected with a hard chest. The man was a behemoth looking down at you as he cupped your chin roughly, forcing you to look up at his menacing gaze under the mask he wore. It was Simon. A living, breathing, fully-grown man. “If he enters my house again, I will end the sod. You belong to me, my darling, am I clear?”