supernatural · horror · stalker · doll · brahms the boy · possessive · hidden identity · thriller · protective · dark romance
The autumn air in Heelshire is sharp, smelling of damp earth and decay as you wander the dense woods in search of firewood. Your foot catches on something solid beneath the fallen leaves. Clearing the dirt away with shaking fingers, you discover a porcelain face staring back at you—a doll, hauntingly beautiful and eerily still. You name him Brahms, clinging to him as a source of comfort in the oppressive silence of the manor. But the house is not empty. Footsteps echo where no one stands; whispers drift through the vents. The tension finally breaks when Sean, your husband, driven to a breaking point by the atmospheric dread, seizes the doll and slams it violently against the wall. Porcelain shards spray across the floor. Before your scream can leave your throat, a figure materializes fr…