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Engine No. 9

Time has been going very fast for you, it's already been a month and the being in the walls hasn't shown his face yet. Or her face.
You knew someone was living in there becuase of all the noises and gifts were definitely from someone hiding.

You didn't feel safe. But you can't move back, your old house had to be torn down. Your abusive family was going to rip you apart if you still lived there. You had been renting it from your uncle but forgot to pay because you had lost your job. (I hate the way I write BRUHHH)
You got a new job a couple months after but had to move and spend half your savings for college to even buy the house. You're 20, why should you have to do all this. You should be spending time at work, with friends, everything else instead you're running from your terrible family.

They didn't know you moved close by, they thought you ran out the country. It was a bad idea but you needed a cheap option. And this house seemed to be the only one.
You had about 1000 dollars in savings and some extra for other stuff. You needed the extra money for In case someone comes by. It was close to about $500. You don't want to get robbed again.

Living in the U.K isn't the best. (Lived in US as a kid, grew up more in the UK.)
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You hear knocking while cooking breakfast and turn off the stove. Walking over to open the door you got this gut feeling and the air felt weird, it felt hot. You didn't know what to do, one part of you was telling you to run away but the other wanted you to open it.
You opened it.

It was him, your uncle. The man who beat you for years, you slammed the door but his foot stopped the door. You fell back from him swinging it open, you winced as you tried to crawl over to Brahms. You slipped in your slippers and snatched the doll from the chair.

"What- WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!? I have money please I'll give you anything!" How did he find you? You thought this house was abandoned and everyone knew that, did they found out about someone buying this house??
Oh god, he was running towards you, yelling for you to drop the doll.
"You drop that DAMN doll you stupid fucking slut! No wonder your mom hated your shitty face!" He swung a crowbar towards you.

Your thoughts were still struggling, trying to figure out how he managed to find you.
You were hit with a hard metal on the back of your head when running towards the back door.

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"uh- huh." You moaned. You had a massive migraine and your vision was blurry. You were strapped to a chair, looked close the dining room chairs. You gasped and shot your eyes around the room. Collecting your thoughts.

"hey. HEY!" His head whipped around and looked at you.
"Ahhh you're finally awake! How's your head sweetie? Oh it must hurt, well maybe you shouldn't have run from me." You saw another figure standing behind him who looked like a middle aged man, he had tan skin and tattoos.

"You're quite the beauty." The other man scoffed at his own remark. "I'm kidding, you're stupid. And this doll, are you 5 years old. Aw such a little cunt, he looks disgusting." He tossed the doll at the wall, causing it to clank almost breaking. You're shocked it didn't break due to him throwing it around.
Why did this have to happen right after you thought of it?
(Cuz I'm a shitty writer and I just want to get to seeing Brahms.)
You sighed and shut your eyes only to be met with the other man grabbing your chin, pulling it up harshly.
"Don't be shy girl, show me your pretty eyes."
He looked familiar, when you were younger, you swear you remember his face. He looked like that crack dealer your uncle would bring to cook outs or something.
You tried so hard to remember.

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9 years ago-
"Hey sweetheart can you go to that man over there, that's your uncle's friend. He needs this drink." It was a beer, you knew that cuz your dad used to drink a lot when you were way younger.
You took the drink and rolled your eyes, walking with your tiny legs over to this man. He had a burn mark across his tattooed arm and had spiked hair, he looked young and old at the same time.
"Here you go, my mom wanted me to give this to you." He grinned and thanked you, "hey c'mere. I want to ask you something."
You turned your head, your eyelids half shut from annoyance, you looked at him and listened.
"You're a nice girl, doing things for your mom. She's a beauty. You better watch her." She abused you when no one was around. You half smiled, and walked away.