It was a quiet house. Dead silent after the parents left and you were left alone in an old mansion with a porcelain doll.

What.A.Joke.

It’s been a week and as usual you got the payment and slowly got a bit more loose with scheduling of Brahms…there’s been a night he’d spend downstairs in the library.

Brahms started to get pissed so. He’d move the doll when you were asleep. It’d be in the bedroom one night and in the morning would be in the kitchen or outside your door…and of course you didn’t know what the hell was going on so as any other person would think

the doll was fucking haunted