The Dolls House -A SHORT STORY- (Editing and improving)

Again...?

I go to sleep, well, I don't, I can't sleep; at all. I keep thinking of that creepy doll, could it be my little brother? Playing tricks on me? I don't care if it's 1 am, I've got to confront him. I go to his room and pull off his bed covers. 

"What th-" He yawns. I grab him by his shirt. 

"Did you put anything in my dolls house?" I scream. He yawns again.

"Me? No way, I wouldn't touch it, it's way to creepy. Can I go to sleep now?" He says, pulling his bed covers back on him. 

I don't know whether to believe him, it did just seem to sound like an excuse but I haven't got any proof.

I wonder though, if it wasn't him..then who? I could just be loosing my imagination. I go back downstairs and open the dolls house to check if the doll is still there. I open the doors of the house ever so slowly...creeeeak. Damn! The whole neighborhood must have woken up by now, I tip toe near the stairs to see if anyone is coming down, nope. So I go back to the dolls house.  

I look back at the room it was in, it seems like the doll is still there, but it seems to have a friend...