He offered to take you out to see the town close by since you hadn’t been there for long. You thought Malcolm was sweet, but you never caught on to his ‘odd’ behavior. Though after a while he couldn’t stand Malcolm talking to you. The way you looked through the bookshelves for any books that peaked your interest. You tried to brush it off but when you were in the shower you kept going back to the thought that the doll moved and no one else was around to move the doll.īrahms watched you from behind the walls as you went through your routine everyday, the way you would walk through the house looking around the rooms for anything you hadn’t noticed before. You gave an awkward nod and went upstairs to take a shower, but when you walked into your room the doll was sitting on your bed. So you answered with “My name is y/n.” He responded by saying “Hello y/n I’m Malcolm, I’m sure Greta has told you about me.” You gave him a confused look and you were about to say something when Greta interrupted explaining that Malcolm delivered the groceries. You reluctantly answered as you didn’t know the man so why should you tell him, but that changed when you realized the other muffled voice you heard was Greta’s. You walked towards the man wondering why he was there and halfway through the hallway he spotted you and asked for your name. So you got out of bed and headed downstairs to where you saw a tall-ish man holding bags of groceries in the hallway. You awoke to hearing rustling in the kitchen and muffled voices. It has to be you know Greta and she didn’t believe in the paranormal so she wouldn’t be lying. So you offered to stay with her for a while to keep her company, but you also wanted to believe her, to believe that the doll was haunted. Of course, nothing happened and you gave Greta a strange look wondering if being alone in the English countryside with only a doll to keep her company wasn’t the best idea. Loudly stating that you both had left the room and that he should move around.
She kept saying something about how the doll talked to her and that when she would leave the room it would move and like any rational person you asked her if it was just her fear getting the best of her, but when she grabbed a piece of chalk and put it in a circle around the doll and brought you to the next room over.
She walked you inside and immediately brought you upstairs to see the ‘haunted’ doll. You knocked on the door and it felt as though only a second passed before the door opened and there was a frightened Greta standing by the door. As you entered the gates you saw a beautiful victorian mansion, it was old but it had a warm presence. A pit in your stomach grew as you feared the worst about the ghosts Greta had been talking about. “What if I get there and Greta is gone.” You thought, just some sick joke it would have to be right? Ghosts aren’t real right? You started to get farther in the underbrush when you turned to see a rusty gate. Originally posted by prurientpuddlejumperĪs you winded through the roads in the English countryside you wondered how much longer it would be till you arrived.
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