Is it Possible? (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)

Chapter 3 - Hide N' Seek

I'm actually a bit frightened.

Footsteps and the subtle sound of porcelain on the hardwood floors..

No way.

"Brahms?" I wait a few more seconds until it finally hits the quarter of two minutes, and I slowly open the door.

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I place my palm on the cold wooden door and feel shivers run through my arm and dance down my spine.

"Brahms?" I call out in a singsong voice. I do this often. I'll call his name playfully, knowing I won't get a reply. 

What else am I expected to do?

I peek out of the door and feel a gasp get caught in my throat when I stare into the empty room.

Which would be normal considering my current job predicament but..

Brahms was sitting in the center of the foyer before I left and now..

He's gone.

This is real.

I walk among the halls and trace the designs in the walls with my pinky finger, "Brahms?"

My voice is a bit shaky and less friendly, more fear and confusion. With every step I take, the floor boards creak underneath me.

If I listen carefully, it sounds like there's another set of footsteps. One step I take, it sounds like there's another. Right before I take another.

But the second set sound light. Subtle.

So I assume is my mind playing tricks again. 

Living here alone with nothing but a porcelain doll can make the brain think wonders. Creating.. so many things.

There's plenty of times I'll set something down and forget where I put it. Or when my eyes deceive me, and I see someone in the corner of my room on random nights.

It's from living alone in a big house with so many rooms.

But I can differentiate what's real and what's not.

Well.. up until now, I suppose.

I breathe slowly as I put my weight on one of the second-floor guest room doors, pushing it open. "Brahms..?" I call, a bit more emotion behind it.

Maybe I should've put more restrictions on the rules. Only certain rooms?

Then again I didn't expect Brahms to play along, not really.

Where exactly should I look?

Is this even a game of Hide 'N Seek anymore, or is it me discovering a paranormal doll?

A paranormal boy?

Where would a ghost-doll even hide?

Is it even a 'ghost' doll?

Before I can ask myself anymore questions, I hear something.

It's a faint and subtle sound, but I hear it.

Laughter.

Giggling.

And this time I know it's real.

"Brahms?" I lift my head and swirl my focus around the room, ripping myself out of whatever questioning trance I was in. I probably looked like a silly character, resting my elbow on my arm in a thinking pose like a villain in a cartoon.

But there's no way Brahms was doing the giggling. It must've been...

Malcolm!

Malcolm must be here.. It isn't time for him to bring any groceries yet but maybe.. maybe he's got plans later?

But I've gotta look for Brahms before I go back downstairs. 

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It's been about six minutes and I still haven't found him. The only room I haven't checked was mine, but I wouldn't assume he'd be in there.

My guess is that he went back downstairs when I wasn't looking.

What am I even saying...

Fine.

I'll just check my room super quick and then just go help Malcolm with the groceries.

I turn the doorknob lightly and push the door open, sighing of relief when I don't see the porcelain boy. 

Just my bed, my dressers, and my carpet rug.

But..

But I didn't check my closet.

I've seen a fair share of horror movies and I'm pretty sure I know how this is gonna go.

"You're in the closet aren't you?" I sigh, lightly facepalming myself before walking to the closet doors.

"Brahms, this is already a bit.. creepy. Hiding in the closet isn't any-" When I open the doors, all I see are my clothes hanging on the clothes rack and different paired shoes on the floor.

"..better..." I mumble.

Where..?

I turn to the entrance of my room and there he is.

Brahms.

Sitting at the open entrance with a straight posture.