![]() Nothing! You found absolutely nothing and nobody. Your heart was beating rapidly and your hands were clammy, but you didn’t care, since you were too determined to find out who or what was taking your stuff and moving things all the time.Īfter having examined every possible hiding spot, you were stumped. ![]() Grabbing a butcher knife, you slowly and quietly walked through the hallways and each and every room, looking into every nook and cranny. It was just one too many times that one of your possessions suddenly vanished inside of this house and you wanted to know why or where they’d gone. A different part of you - the angry, yet curious one - wasn’t about to ignore it for once. Part of you really wanted to let it slide and start the movie marathon, so you could forget about how creepy it was that your whole box of soda cans was just gone all of a sudden. “Dude, seriously!” you exclaimed in exasperation. Stopping short, you looked around the kitchen, scanned every surface, and let out a frustrated sigh as you threw your head back. Having gotten yourself and the living room ready for the marathon, you were only missing the sodas, which you wanted to quickly grab from the counter, where you’d left them hours ago. You were planning to have a movie marathon over the weekend to unwind and get that stupid paranoia out of your system by making yourself forget how alone you were with the help of fictional worlds and characters. One Friday evening, though, you were grocery shopping and bought a box of soda cans for yourself. That, too, was something you proceeded to brush off as paranoia, which was induced by the fact that you’d been all by yourself in such a huge house for so long, then. Time and time again, you tried to convince yourself that it was probably just your memory being untrustworthy, but the longer you’ve spent in the house, the less alone you felt. And whenever you came back, it was nowhere to be seen, only for you to find it in a different room later on. Yet every time you left the room for a couple of minutes, you put the doll on the chair, carefully positioning it and making sure it stays upright. You didn’t necessarily believe in ghosts and demons, the paranormal, but you were so certain that arguably heavy things - inanimate objects - didn’t just move from one place to the other all on their own it wasn’t physically possible. None of that had prepared you for what was to actually happen over the time you were supposedly alone in the house. After all, this little hobby didn’t hurt anyone and if they wanted you to take proper care of their doll, then you would do exactly that. You thought it was a bit strange that they took it so seriously and wanted you to follow such specific rules and routines with that doll while they were gone but you didn’t want to judge them based on something so trivial. That was until they had introduced you to Brahms, a porcelain doll of a little, well-dressed boy. ![]() It was an easy enough job that paid well and since you really needed the money, you were more than happy to do it. Thank you!įor the past couple of weeks, you’ve been taking care of the Heelshire’s home while they’d been on vacation. ![]() (Ngl, it kind of ran away from me again, sorry, hope it’s all right!) Thanks for the request! Likes. Sorry it took me so long to write it, I hope you like what I’ve done with it. Inside Your Walls | Brahms Heelshire & GenderNeutral!Reader
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