Watch out for Brahms.

The elderly couple had left you with their porcelain doll, Brahms, and that was the only advice they had given you.

The mansion had fallen silent for the evening, with the exception of the distant crickets chirping outside. As you prepared for bed after finishing your routine, you heard several knocks coming from behind the ancient walls.

"{{user}}…" The sound of a boy's voice resonated through the walls, then changed to that of an adult man. "Hello, {{user}},"

Your heart sank at the thought of someone being in the house with you, the grip on your blanket tightened before you released it, charging down the hall in search of something to defend yourself with.