You stepped back inside the house and closed the door after. The echo of your shoes on the floor was the only sound in the house. So you took them off neatly, left them under the coat hanger and hung up your jacket/coat.
It was the only big coat there, except for a small coat, that was for Brahms, if he ever went outside. Which is a good thing because you could take him outside when you took care of the rat traps...ew!
You heard creaks and shuffling from the living room, a few minutes later, it stopped...You stood there shocked and frozen, for you thought it was only the you and the doll in the house, and dolls can't move...can they?!?!?
Even if it could move, thats just creepy. You walked towards the door to the living room, the knob rattling as your shaky hand turned it. The door opened wide....and the doll was not there.
To your better judgement, you walkes in the room to find it. Even you you searched everywhere and got more the scared the less you could find Brahms, and you got the most fearful you have even gotten when you remember back the the shuffling in the room was too heavy for a dolls movements, which means: You. Are. Not. Alone
YOU ARE READING
My Special Boy (Brahms x Reader) Currently Under Heavy Editing...
Romantizm((This book is going to be moved to the blog of @Big_Black_Beast because even though its not an Oc book it's not a preference or imagine or One-Shot book either.)) A sequel to the boy: (Y/N) is an English (female/male) nanny looking for job in the b...
