After a while of wandering the house with Brahms in my arms exploring the amazing home I head back downstairs to read the piece of paper Mr. Heelshire had handed me before leaving with his wife. I read through all the rules repeating them to myself over again. I decided that now would be a good time to make me and Brahms so lunch. I head to the kitchen and set Brahms down in a chair. I open the fridge and find enough ingredients to make some pancakes. I cook them up then I set Brahms plate in front of him, and head to the foyer and eat mine. I come back to fine the plate empty and, a note? The note said, "Can we have pancakes for lunch tomorrow as well please?" I love at the note extremely confused. I look around searching for who could have written the note. I pause and turn to look at Brahms. "Brahms did you write this?" One knock on the wall was enough of an answer for me. "So you want pancakes tomorrow as well?" Another single knock but on a different wall this time, and closer to me as well. "Okay then, I can try to make them as good as today's okay?" After that I heard shuffling retreating towards the stairs. I wasn't going to bother asking what it was. To be honest most people would probably freak out when talking to a ghost but not me. I've always been fascinated with things like this and I mean Brahms doesn't seem mean. I pull my self out of my own thoughts and take Brahms to the library, and ask "Brahms would you like to come choose your music?" I say loudly hoping the spirit can hear me from wherever he might be in the house. I hear shuffling heading for the library. Suddenly a record falls off of the shelf of many others. I walk over and pick it up "Is this the one you want?" Another single knock gives me the approval that I was searching for. I walk over to the record player and place the record down and turn the player on. I was quite surprised to hear the beautiful music coming from the machine. I expected the record to be scratchy and terrible but not the music was so lovely that I just had to dance. I began to dance around the room and I heard the shuffling of the walls seemingly following my movements. Then I heard a loud thud that sounded as though someone giant had fallen. "Brahms are you okay? Did you fall?" I hear a lighter knock from the wall and walk over to the area I assumed it came from. "Did you hit anything? Do you need me to get you anything to leave out for you?" I know he's a ghost but he's still a child. But this time there were two knocks this time, Im guessing thats a no? "Okay so just to be clear one is a yes right?" One knock. "Okay I get it now, but can I at least leave you a bandaid to make sure your okay?" There was a long moment of silence and then one knock. "Okay I'll go get the bandaid, Im going to bring you with me and im going to leave it in your room okay?" One knock again. I grab doll Brahms and head up the stairs to my room, I grab my box of dinosaur bandaids. Listen I know I'm an adult but dino bandaids are really cool. I walk over to Brahms room and leave two bandaids out for him. I knock on the wall and let him know Im out of the room closing the door behind me. I wait until I hear a knock on the wall behind me. I walk in and see one of the bandaids on the dolls shoulder. "Oh Brahms darling did you hurt your arm?" One knock. "Can I give it a kiss better?" It takes a moment but another dull knock is heard. I kiss the dolls arm and hear shuffling running away from the room.
"Such an interesting boy."
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The Boy and the beauty
FanfictionThis is a story of Brahms Heelshire x Reader I do not own Brahms, Malcom, Mrs.Heelshire, Mr.Heelshire, or mr nasty him self Cole. I also do not own the cover, it belongs to @Sogicereal on twitter