𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓖𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓜𝓮 𝓐 𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓷

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 20

The day is reaching its end but Greta have refused to leave her room. Behaving as if it's the safest place to be until Evelyn gets back. She hated that she was alone in this mansion yet, doesn't feel so. She's been caging herself for hours and hours on end, the sun is setting by now, "When are you getting home, Evelyn?" She mumbles to herself. Eyes still on the door. Without making a sound she raises the phone to her ear again and listens. It was still dead.

Knock, Knock.

Tap, Tap.

'Oh god,' was all Greta could think. This wasn't a hallucination, someone is really there at her door, the only thing barricading her from whoever. It was like little porcelain fingers tapping on the door. "E-Evelyn?" she hopes as she calls out but there was no answer. "Malcolm?" She tries once more, eternally begging it was the grocery boy now. No answer.

"Hello?" Greta quietly moves to the door, still blocked by the dresser. She listens again. Silence. She slowly, quietly slides the dresser aside and gets down on all fours, and peers underneath the door, through the crack. There's something there, however, it's hard to tell what it is. She straightens her back, mentally debating with herself. Fighting her curiosity and gut feeling, the first won. She unlocks the door. carefully, silently opens it, and peeks into the hallway.

Nothing was there, just an empty eeriness to it. But the moment she looks down at her feet, there a peanut butter and jelly sandwich sits just outside the door. A glass of wine beside it. The papers, rules, and schedule, are underneath it. And god did the mere scene of an innocent snack scared her. Breathing hard and panicking, she closes the door once more behind her, leaning her whole body on it as if her weight was protecting whatever from entering and harming her.

She was tired, scared, and hungry.

"What do I do?" she asks herself. Letting her emotion be in control of her action, and was just the wrong emotion. Her hungry state caused her to reopen her door. Peeking into the hallway once more just to be safe, nothing. Then takes a step out, and picks up the sandwich. Smells it. Opens it up, there was nothing suspicious or poison in it. Just peanut butter and jelly. She picks up the papers stacked neatly underneath the plate...

Her small feet brought her to Brahms's room and her mind concluded that if this were the doing of someone, it must be it. Greta stands over Brahms the doll. He lays there, a little smile on his face. She looks at him and then at the papers. She notices something on the list: bath time. Once more, she looks at Brahms again. Dirt smudges on his porcelain face. It took a minute but the nanny came to a decision, "Okay, Brahms..."

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Brahms the doll sits in the bath while Greta gently wipes the dust and dirt off of his little porcelain face and hands. It was awkward and uncomfortable but she did her task.

Right after the bath, Brahms and Greta sit directly across from each other. Plates of food in front of them that have been cooked by Evelyn and reheated by the nanny. Greta eats, never taking her eyes off the doll before her. Almost in a whisper, "Brahms?" But nothing came of it, just another silence greeted her. "Are you there? Can you hear me?" She waves her hand in front of his face. Nothing.

"Just give me some kind of sign. A blink. Or move or whatever you do, just let me know that you can hear me." Greta looks up at the ceiling - calls out in her best spirit medium voice. God, she was even questioning herself a second before pushing it down, "If there is a spirit in this house... um...let your presence be known."

Nothing.

"Spirit come forth into the land of the living. Give, uh, upon me a sign." A long, silent moment. Doll Brahms remains perfectly still, the same half-smiling look on his face. Finally, Greta stands up. She takes her dish. Walks around the table and picks up Brahms's untouched plate. She pauses behind Brahms before-

"RAAAAH!"

She screams directly into Doll Brahms's ear. He doesn't flinch. Doesn't move. Greta stands there, embarrassed. Looks around as if someone might be watching and then gathers herself and continues into the kitchen as if nothing happened...

Now in the living room, classical music is blasting.

Greta and Brahms sit side by side on the couch. The music is so loud the nanny has her fingers in her ears. She takes one finger out just long enough to turn a page in

her magazine. From time to time she could be glaring at the doll but did nothing to it. So focus on her magazine and the blasting music, she didn't notice a figure watching her from the hallway between the living room and kitchen. Judging by Greta's action now, Brahms had to take back his words, it was that simple to get the nanny to reconsider everything.

The sound of the mansion entrance door opening caught Brahms's ears, he didn't run or hide as he could, instead, he stood there like a deer in headlights as he observes Evelyn enters, plunging a load of shopping bags onto the floor. The moment Evelyn met eye contact with Brahms, the man could tell she was irritated with the piercing music.

Brahms walks up to her. Right in front of her. And holds her hand, his eagerness and quick step almost made Evelyn scoff at how desperate he was just to hold her after being gone for hours. He then stroked her face and hair, while Evelyn peeks over his shoulder to get a view of what had happened. The nanny didn't see any of this.

"I see you got her obeying the rules." Evenly mutters, her smirking expression turned hastily into an aggravated one when the music blasted her eardrums, "Stupid music," she moves aside from Brahms, but the man didn't even react much to it, instead he started picking up her shopping spree bags, seeing she had bought a lot of new clothes. As Evelyn went into the living room to greet Greta but mostly to end the horrendous loud music, Brahms was showing his loyal dog behavior by taking her things up to her room for her. Knowing he will get compliments and if lucky a reward, that enough got his imaginary tail to wag in excitement.