Greta Evans is my best friend so I was disappointed when she went to England for a nanny job but I didn't stop her because I knew her reasons. Greta and I have known each other since middle school. We know everything about each other, we really didn't go two weeks without texting at least once even if it was a small conversation, she warned me before she left that she wouldn't be able to talk often, but she'd try to text me as often as she could while taking care of the kid.

After Greta left I didn't hear from her until the third day when she called to explain that she couldn't get any phone reception and she wasn't watching a real child but in fact a 'creepy' doll but from the description she gave me the doll I thought the doll or Brahms as she said his name was sounded adorable, she also told me of what happened to the real Brahms 20 years ago, I felt bad for Mr. and Mrs.Heelshire losing their only son in a house fire at such a young age I don't blame them for using a doll to cope with their son's death, had he been my son I would have gone crazy, but something felt off at the same time as if there was more to this story than meets the eye. That call was the last I hear from Greta for at least a day, then I got news from another friend of Greta's that Cole found out where she was and went to go see her, I packed what I would need for an overseas trip and headed for England.

~~Le Time Skip~~

Once I got to England I caught a taxi and asked the elderly male driver if he could take me to the Heelshire mansion, thank goodness he knew where it was because due to the fact that Greta isn't really supposed to have guests at the estate so she didn't give me the address. Half an hour into the car ride, it felt like someone was staring at me I look away from the window in time to see the driver adjusting the rearview mirror to see down my shirt, but he's plum out of luck since I had decided to wear my Y/F/C turtleneck sweater with a nice pair of jeans and Y/F/CS (your favorite color shoes). As we got close to the estate I politely asked if he could just drop me off at the driveway so I could surprise my friend, part that was true I did want to surprise Greta, but I mostly wanted out of the car and get away from Mr.Creepy.

Finally, we arrive at the mansion's driveway gates which were open, Sir creepiness didn't seem to notice nor care, but to me, something felt off, as if something or someone was hurting and calling for help only to have their voice fade before hitting someone's ears. Pushing these thoughts to the back of my head I thank the driver as he sets my second suitcase on the gravel ground where the road ends and the driveway begins. I pay the man and smile as I watch him get back in the taxi and drive away, as the taxi disappears into the distance my smile fades as a new almost depressing feeling creeps up my spine I close the gates, grab my 2 small suitcases and start walking up to the house.