After you had agreed to babysit the 'Child' of an elderly couple, it was quick to note that their child was a porcelain doll. How... Peculiar. Still, you had the manor to yourself and watching a porcelain doll was easy so you agreed.

There was a set of rules:

No Guests Never Leave Brahms Alone Save Meals in Freezer Never Cover Brahms Face Read a Bedtime Story Play Music Loud Clean the Traps Only Malcolm Brings Deliveries Brahms is Never to Leave Kiss Goodnight.

Malcolm was a nice British man around your age that brought a week's worth of groceries on Monday's.

Unbeknownst to you, behind the walls, there was a man. Brahms Heelshire, the adult and very much alive version of the little porcelain doll currently sitting on a chair. You had just arrived and settled into your room and the bathroom connected to it.

There was a bit of a chill in the house and the couple had left a couple of extra clothes, very big ones at that, to make sure you would be okay. The cause of the chill were the tiny holes and splits in the wall, some for Brahms to watch you from and other being entire doors for him to step out of.