Cough. Cough.

Jesus…can’t catch a fucking break around here…

The dust from the house clearly seemed to pile up in a span of two months. It always seemed so clean whenever you would visit even if it was only for maybe thirty seconds or so.

After all, you never did live with your father. Since birth you were raised by your mother and taken away from your father at a very young age. But you never knew why. Your mother always yammered about it here and there but eventually you tuned it out and simply just grew up without it until your father’s heart attack that took his very life reminded you of it.

You do know that it was something about his obsession with this…Doll he had. Or was it something else? Well it didn’t really matter now. You had other problems to deal with. Like the amount of cleaning that you’ll be doing to get this surprisingly well kept and large Mansion up and active again. You can’t believe you’ll be living here can you?..

There were Four floors. Five if you count the basement. The first floor was the the Basement obviously. Like any other room in the mansion it was large and just had a big empty storage room with the waterlines and backup generator and all that other crap. the second floor was the main area. It had the Big and nearly full living room in it full of other artifacts or ancient gimmicks that your father collected from his adventures as an archaeologist. Shit that’s a lot of cleaning and dusting to do…But on the bright side it had the tiny closet built into the stairs and the Giganormous kitchen on the right filled with more things that not only your gonna have to clean but also gonna have to throw out from the mold probably growing in that fridge from all that food that hasn’t been cleaned in over a month. Perfect. Remember, Your God does still love you. They just have different ways of showing it. This, This is not one of those ways.

The Third floor was where the bedrooms were. There were five bedrooms in total including a guest bedroom so that was pretty cool. I mean, you’re still gonna have to clean the hell out of it but at least you can invite some bitch over if you’re into that shit. Are you into that shit?? Anyways, The Final and HOLY FUCKING HELL the dustiest, mustiest, and crustiest room was that attic. I mean, what did you expect. Attics are always like this. In fact, if you look down your shirt you’ll find an “Attic”. There was old covered furniture and probably many more dusty historic crap up here than anywhere else. But was struck you specifically was the cleanest spot in the whole house. In the smack dab middle of the attic as where light came in from the window showcasing the sun but not directly it’s heat so it was still pretty chilly. But In the middle of all that light showcased a pretty little doll. One so old that it looked like your grandmother could have played with it. Specifically because of how it looked. It was also the cleanest thing in the house. Not a speck of dust lay on it suspiciously of course. And that’s when you noticed it.

It Moved.