You're All Mine

Is someone in the Walls?

As the lights went out i instantly went into panic mode. Of course this had to happen while i was only in a towel. I speed walked back to my room and threw on some loungewear and made my way back out. I grabbed a candle from my room and lit it with the gas stove. Walking through the corridors with barely any light seems like something from a horror movie. As i am slowly walking i can hear what i hope was hot pipes from my recent shower. But as investigate it further, it starts to sound like someone was actually walking in the walls. I stop walking because who would want to move, nobody wants to hear someone in the walls and carry on like nothing happened.It goes again, a weird creak like sound but this time it is like it is right behind me. I turned around quick and the noise stopped. Walking up to the wall i can see the slats of the wall. As the house is old, the partitions in the walls seem to be made out of some type of wood. I got the candle and put it near to look at the slats. Nothing. I chuckle to myself because how can i be that stupid. 

The noise starts again. 

The noise starts again in the exact same spot i just looked at. This time though it seems to move through the walls again and floats upstairs. I walk over to the staircase and look up the three flights to hear something come from Brahms room. I slowly walk upstairs because i aint trying to catch no ghost. I started to kind of walk sideways with my candle like some kind of creepy waif just in case the noise came from a close room. I stopped dead in my tracks overcome by fear, shivers running through my body like it was penetrating my bones. It was like fear had punched me right on my central nerves because...

Brahms Door was Wide Open.

The key to Brahms door was in my jewellery box, so how did Brahms door unlock?. The thought of someone being here with me made the hairs on my arm rise up like it was a military drill. I slowly start to move towards Brahms door and i see the doll in the same position i had left it in. The only striking detail was that the key to Brahms room was in the lock of the door.  I picked up the key and heard the creak in the walls again but this time the noise got louder and quicker down the hall like someone was running. I turned around quick to enter the hall and BAM.

The lights had turned on. 

I knew some trick shit was going on and i sprinted back into my room and locked the door. I left Brahms key in his room because why would i keep something in my vicinity that seemed to move on its own while emitting random sounds? 

I sat down on the bed and lit my other candles. I am not risking turning the lights off because i don't want the electricals to turn on again whilst i'm asleep. That's if i get any sleep. I turn on my phone and it has no service, so i can't even contact my friends or family back home. In a huff i threw my phone on the floor and tried to get some shuteye. Thinking about what has happened is muddling my brain into a million pieces. I came here to have a calm getaway from home, but still doing something to keep me busy. Now all i can think about is getting the first flight home and never wanting to come to England ever again. 

I woke up in the morning with noises rattling my brain. It was like someone was doing the washing up in the kitchen with the noise of the water and the clanging of metal forks. I got dressed in the same clothes i had on last night and walked down to the kitchen to investigate. 

There is a man in the kitchen. 

"Oh my god you nearly gave me a heart attack jeez louise"

"Excuse me who are you and why are you in this house?"

"The Heelshires didn't explain? My name is Malcolm. I am the delivery boy, well, man"

"Oh right, they didn't explain to me who you are i was just told there was going to be plenty of groceries in the house. Oh, and i am Y/N"

" Y/N you thought... there was going to be a whole 1 months supply of food in the house?... didn't you think about the best before dates? Everything would rot before the second week" He chuckled.

"Oh right that does make sense haha"

Me and Malcolm carry on talking for ages but it didn't sound like ages for me. He seemed like a really nice man. Of course he was british, he had fluffy brown hair and dressed like he was going to sunday service.  He made lots of jokes and it really cheered me up considering what happened here last night. Thinking of last night, i asked a malcolm a question that i would soon regret. 

 "So why does the Heelshires pretend that a doll is their son?

Malcolm dropped his smile quicker than you can say bob's your uncle, and he was hesitant at first but then started to talk.

"When Brahms was not a doll, he was a real kid. He was a normal kid so we thought that loved his mum and dad dearly. I heard in the pub that a local girl, that Brahms seemed to have a lot to do with, was murdered. Of course, the police wanted to question Brahms as he was a kid and you know, kids never lie. Brahms never got to be questioned by the police because on his 8th birthday the house went up in flames and Brahms died in the fire. If you look outside under the moss and vegetation you can see Brahms grave. It was a real tragedy what happened but the word got out to the locals and people said they wouldn't be surprised if it was Brahms who killed the girl because people who were close to the family actually said Brahms was psychotic. It a shame what happened to him it really is but it does make you wonder".

I was shocked. I didn't say anything. 

"Ok well that's enough deep stuff, i have got to go, but i will be back next week. If you need me for anything here is my phone number, i will probably text you later see if everything was on the list that was wanted. Ok gotta scoot. Bye."

Malcom left like he was in a rush to do other deliveries. I however was not focused on Malcolm, or the poor desperate attempt that was flirting. I heard noises all night, and there was no one in the house. 

So is the doll Brahms possessed? Oh i so hope to god it is not possessed.