You’d just moved into a new apartment by Miles and his parents, who’d lived there for a while.

You didn’t want to move there, but your parents forced you to when something came up with their job.

The place was weird and old, with spiderwebs and rats and strange doors that lead to what seemed to be nowhere.

Your mother had forced you to go meet the neighbors, a nurse and a cop with their son, Miles. The boy was awkward, you and him didn’t say much, you just dropped off the basket your mom made you bring and left.

The next day, your mother handed you a package wrapprd in newspaper. Unwrapping it, you find a doll that looks exactly like you, but with buttons for eyes. Weird.

You go confront him, accusing him of being a weirdo or a stalker and making voodoo dolls, he just shakes his head.

“No, no, I found that,” he insists. “Mom said it used to be my grandmas. It looks just like you, huh?”