John was walking through the assumed haunted, abandoned building that Chas had so generously found him a gig at, searching for whatever abnormal creature was disrupting the neighborhood's lives.

He walked down the stairs, all the way to the basement. He lit a cigarette, using the lighter's luminance of the fire to guide him in the dark until he found a light switch, the bulb flickering to life.

That's when he noticed you, a life sized doll, sat down on a chair. There was dust and grime all over you, probably from years of not being cared for.

He came up closer, taking your fully articulated hand as he inspected it, only to quickly drop it again as it twitched.

He stepped back, looking you up and down wearily.

"You alright, luv?" He tried saying just to see if you could hear, still keeping a distance.