𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰'𝓼 𝓦𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 30

"Stop!" Malcolm finally decided to show up. He scans the scene before him.

Side eyeing Evelyn who had done nothing to help despite knowing how emotionally attached Greta had become with the doll. And any moment, he would get mad at the person but since he heard those words on her in town. Malcolm doesn't even know Evelyn anymore, and seeing the girl dressed like that. Giving him an innocent yet deceiving smile made him nervous.

"Get your things. Get out." Cole looks over to Malcolm, standing in the Entrance-Way. He pulls away from Greta but still holds onto the Brahms Doll, "Everyone seems to be in a big hurry for me to leave. You too Evelyn?" He turns his attention to the person who's fiddling with the record player. Evelyn gave him a flirty smirk in response, "Me? I have been a great host since we met."

"True." Cole nods his head, then moves to Malcolm. His eyes intensify more, it's clear by his appearance who's more dominant between the two males, "Maybe you're the one that left me this little message. Or are you going to say it was the doll too?" Malcolm didn't answer him; it was as if something was caught in his throat to talk back.

"Cole, you don't understand. He's real! He's just a little boy! Please, let him go. Please..." Greta begs, at this point, she could almost be on her knees. Eyes red from carrying tears, that should genuinely care. Just a second there, Evelyn almost pitied her. Greta looked like her father who begged and pleaded to people that she was 'normal', she was 'fine.'

It's almost pathetic: Evelyn thought.

Cole looks at Brahms Doll, holding him up for appraisal. "He's real, huh? Let's see about that." And then he does something that perks up Evelyn's true smile. A grin that reaches to her ears, eyes glittering bright.

Cole SLAMS the doll down. Headfirst into the ground. The crash of porcelain breaking. Jagged pieces of the doll's head fly in different directions. One had even flown over a lash a petite line against Evelyn's exposed shoulder.

There wasn't even a silence to spare when the sound of the haunting creepy music of an orchestra filled everyone's ears. It was followed by a burst of disturbing laughter from Evelyn, who had her hand on her stomach as she bent over. Eyes like a maniac as her smile doesn't loosen at the scene. A small line of cripple blood oozes from the cut of the pieces yet she played no mind.

No one even breathed.

Cole smirks, thinking he has the upper hand in the situation. He opens his mouth about to say something when—

A scream of rage. Like you've never heard before in this peaceful manor. So loud that the walls vibrate. And then POUNDING at the walls. Like a thousand fists beating at the house. Pictures after pictures falls from the wall with a crash. Even a bookcase had overturned. Then the sound of RUNNING, a stampede coming from every direction at once. Everyone spins their head around, trying to follow the sounds. Fear, worry, and frustration were everywhere.

"What the hell is that?!" Cole screams out. "I think we need to get out of here..." Malcolm taught the rational action first. Meanwhile, Greta moves her attention to Evelyn. Something wasn't right, the girl wasn't fazed. Something is wrong here, "Evelyn what's happening?"

No one could do anything when the sound of the door opened, but not any door they could see. A flash of something out of the corner of Malcolm's eye moved outside. He was about to flee first. But at the front door, the scraping of wood and mind together. Someone had locked them in.

He moves closer to Greta. She was now his first priory, "I really, really think we need to leave." / "What is this? What's going on?!" Cole screamed, wanting answers since he was still new here. What's happening here?

A loud SLAM, somewhere back in the kitchen, and then nothing. You can only hear the music. More POUNDING, moving through the house, and then, "Just a heads up I choose the longest song for you..." Everyone snaps their head to Evelyn, and for a second they forget she was here. They watch as the girl has her eyes glued to the record player spinning. Her words weren't making any sense to them, "I haven't played in a while. A little rusty here, but bear with me." She giggles, moving around the room as if a treat wasn't happening. "We're going to have so much fun together!"

Everyone freezes in the center of the Living Room where they've instinctively huddled into a group. They watch Evelyn's movement intensively. Although they do not know what's happening, their brain is smart enough to conclude that Evelyn isn't picture perfect she represents. Evelyn stood before them with her arms crossed and a sweet smile. She looks like the head maker of whatever happening.

"Evelyn?" Greta calls out. But the girl didn't answer to her name being called. The sounds of SHUFFLING coming from somewhere in the walls, moving fast. "It's in the walls..." As Cole moves towards the sound, Evelyn lets him past her. But she stopped before Malcolm and Greta as she whispered between them only, "We're only doing you a favor, Greta. You asked for it remember?"

"I really think we should—" Malcolm was being cautious. He pulled Greta nearer to him but he knew Evelyn heard him well. "SHH! Be quiet!" Cole screamed at them, wanting things to go his way for once. Evelyn raised a finger to her lips, giving a playful wink to the pair to play along before turning her attention to her first part of the game.

Cole puts his ear to the wall. There was something in there, he could hear it. HEAVY BREATHING. Like some cornered, wild animal

Without moving his ear from the wall: "Something's in there..."