You had turned in for the night and were laying in bed attempting to go to sleep. Unlike Greta you were actually aware of Brahms in the walls, he was comfortable with you.

As you were laying in bed you were somewhat struggling to fall asleep. The house was quiet however you didn’t hear Brahms creeping footsteps till one of the floor boards creaked. Not long after that you feel someone getting into bed with you. You knew who it was… It was easy to tell.