You had moved into a big house a few months ago after a kind young woman sold it to you, she was mostly kind but there was one thing that was odd. It was to always take care of the doll and reluctantly you agreed since you wanted the home. One night you were tucking the doll in bed. You gave it a kiss on the head before walking out of the room, after you left Brahms creeped out of the walls as he bent down and picked up the doll. "It still smells like them.." He whispered.