I have always been a very particular young man. Things had to be done in a certain way or I wasn't happy. I was different from the other children and they often made fun of me.

Even my parents thought it was strange how I didn't seem to fit in. The word often used to describe me was odd.

One day when I was 9 my friend and I went out into the woods to play and something made me snap. I became extremely angry and I killed her. Or that's what everyone says anyway. The police told my parents that I'd have to be questioned.

Not wanting loose me or have others know what had happened, they set the house on fire. I survived the fire, but my face was badly burnt. I didn't like seeing my reflection so they made me a porcelain mask to wear. My parents told the town that I had died.

To ensure that no one knew of my existence, they made me a hidden room within in the house and pathways in the walls so that I could go anywhere in the house without being seen.

As I grew older, my parents decided that I needed a nanny. They brought several nannies but I rejected each and every one of them. Truthfully, I didn't want a nanny and I honestly didn't understand why they felt that I needed one.

I was determined to reject them all. Then one day, mom and dad brought her home. I knew instantly that she was the one. Or at least I thought that she was...

My parents gave Greta special instructions on how to care for me. However, at first she didn't follow the rules. She didn't realize that I was more then just a doll. Then after a while she began to realize that I was real.

Or at least she thought that the doll was haunted by my sprit. It was a fun game to play. She would go out of the room and knock on the nearby wall and I would move the doll. To know she wasn't crazy she told Malcom about it.

At first he didn't believe her. Then she said that if I didn't show him that she's have to leave. I didn't like that one bit so I did as she asked. Later that day, Greta also told him a sad story about loosing a baby because her ex boyfriend was abusive.

At this, I was angry this Cole had better never show his face around here. Then later in the evening, they started to break the rules and I had to stop them. So I took the doll to the music room and blasted the music. They immediately stopped what they were doing.

"Given the circumstances perhaps you should stay in town tonight. What just happened the music..."

"It was a tantrum. Children have tantrums." Greta replies.

"Look, I know what this means to you, but let's just step back from a second and get some perspective."

"I don't need perspective. I know exact what is happening here and I'm not going anywhere. The Hillshires trusted me to take care of him and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

"Under the circumstances, I think they will understand." Malcom replies still trying to get her to leave. He told her about what happened with Emily and how I supposedly had died. He then said that if I was a ghost or whatever, that he didn't think that I was the good kind.

Greta again came to my defense saying that I would never hurt her. That she wasn't going to leave. Which made me happy. Later, she asked me if I would ever hurt her and the answer was no so long as she obeyed the rules. Things started going smoothly after that.

She started following the routine that mother had left for us. Things were going so well, until the evening that her no good abusive Ex of hers showed up demanding that she return "home."'with him As I watched the interaction between the two I knew instantly that I hated him and wanted him dead.

When Malcom came to deliver the groceries he talked to Greta about Cole needing to leave. She then told him that Cole wanted her to go with him back "home." To my surprise,  Malcom replies "well that isn't going to happen" and for once, he and I were in complete agreement. 

Then this Cole tells her he knows why she left. That he understands but that he needed to know that she forgave him and that he wanted to hear her say it. But she couldn't. Then he did something that made my blood boil. He threatened her.

"Fine. I want you to understand something, your mine. And I am not letting you go. No matter where you go I will find you. Now go pack. We leave in the morning."

Now, He had pushed me past the point of being angry to being furious. I could tell that she was afraid of him and that made my desire to kill him even stronger. To my surprise, Greta told me that she wasn't going to leave me but that she needed my help. A request that I was more then happy to grant.

As I stood looking at him as he slept, I wanted nothing more then to kill him but I knew that would frighten Greta. So instead, I found some dead mice cut them open and then using their blood wrote in big letters on the wall GET OUT!  Then proceeded to place the bodies in his suitcase.

"Greta!" He screamed over and over again until she went to the room that he was staying in.

"What happened?"

"Get in Here!" He snarls at her practically dragging her into the room. "What is this? Huh? Is this you?" He demands pointing to the words Get out.

"I.. I didn't do that."

"Don't play these games with me! How can that not be you?" He demands once again pointing to the words. "Nobody else is in the house."

"Brahms." Greta replies glancing over at my doll.

"The doll? The doll wrote this? Dont play this crap on me." Greta rushes over and picks up the doll cradling it in her arms protectively. "Ok. Alright, it wasn't you it was the doll. Give me the doll."

"No."

"Give me the doll."

"No. It was me. It was me."

"It's too late for that, give me the doll."

"No."

This Cole guy didn't like that very much and he grabbed the doll away from Greta as he tossed her to the floor.

"Hay Hay! Get your things and get out!" Malcom said bursting into the pool room. "Are you alright?" Greta nods.

"Everyone is in such a big hurry to get me to leave. Maybe, maybe you wrote that message for me huh? Or are you going to say that it was the doll too?" Cole said angrily.

"What did Brahms do?" Malcom asked in concern.

"Cole you don't understand what's happening the doll..."

"No I think I understand exactly what is happening here." He replies swinging the doll around .

"Give me the doll." Malcom said grabbing at my doll replica.

"What's so special about this doll?" Cole demands starting to swing it around a little.

"Cole.. Cole please.... Cole..." Greta begged to no prevail. Instead of heeding their warnings Cole smashed my doll. Now I was beyond angry, I was beyond furious, now I was livid.

"What the hell is that?" Cole demands angrily.

"I think we should go." Malcom replies.

"Shhh."

"I really think that we should...."

"Shhh!!!! There's something..." Cole never got
to finish his sentence as I smashed through the wall sending him flying backwards.

As I exited the now gaping home in the wall I called to Greta in my child like voice. "Greta?" I When she gave no answer I called to her again as I began to exit from the hole in the wall. "Greta?"

"Come on get up." Malcom said helping Greta get up from off the floor where she knelt to ensure Cole was ok. Though I didn't understand why. As Malcom watched me slowly exit the hole he swore as he wondered "What is that?" Then as I finished exiting the hole he answered his own question. "It's Brahms."

Greta stared at me in horror. "It can't be. Oh no." No!" She screams as I hit Malcom
over the head with a wooden stick and then advanced towards her ex. "No!" She screams again as I begin to choke him and bang his head over and over again on the floor. Grabbing a piece of the broken ceramic doll I stab it into his neck. "Oh MG. No, no, no." She whisper screams as she backs away from Me.

However, I'm far too quick for her and grab ahold of her easily. Unfortunately, I hadn't knocked Malcom completely out and so he hit me over the head. I chased them around the house. They couldn't escape from me I knew all the passageways. That brat Malcom hit me several times and at one point Greta escaped.

I screamed after her "Greta? Come back. I'll
Be good." I said in my childish voice but she didn't listen. "Get back here! You Get back here! If you leave I'll kill him! I'll kill him just like the others!" I yelled after her but she still ran.

It didn't take her long to return to me. I breathed deeply as she semi calmly said "I came back for you Brahms. I said I wouldn't leave and I didn't did I?" She said her voice laced with fear.

I could tell that she was nervous as I approached her. Breathing deeply. "I told you I wouldn't..." A second later she said my name loudly startling me. "Brhams! It's time for bed now." When I didn't respond at first she regained her composure and replied "Brahms I said it's time for bed. Let's go."

I stared at her for a moment and she continued in an irritated voice "you know the rules!" I followed her to my bedroom. "Put that down now Brhams." Greta ordered me as she pulled the covers down.

I did as I was told placing the firepoker on the chest by the beds end. "Are you ready for bed?" I nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. "Under the covers." Once again I did as I was told. Her voice changed back to the sweet tone she use to use when talking to my doll replica. "Be a good boy and go straight to sleep now ok?" She said as she pulled the covers up over me.

She leaned close to me but didn't give me my bedtime kiss. "Kiss?"

I asked sweetly but she replied "no kiss tonight Brahms. That's your punishment. I'm sorry." She replied as she turned to go I grabbed her wrist.

"Kiss." I replied again. As she leaned down I pulled her into a kiss. I wanted a real kiss one you would give someone you loved. Greta then grabbed the screw driver out of her back pocket and drove it into my stomach.

Angrily I threw her off me and then grabbed her by the throat and began to choke her. Right before she was about to black out she was able to push the screwdriver to go deeper into my stomach. We both fell to the floor.

After Greta tried to kill me and left with Malcom, I slowly pieced together the doll my parents had made to represent me. My parents were gone, Greta was gone and now I had no one. I sat on my bed and cried. Why has they all left me? Why didn't anyone love me for me? Everyone thought that I had died from my injuries that I had sustained from that night but I hadn't.

When they had thought that I was dead they buried my doll. I didn't like that but it had to be done I guess.

Then one day, I decided that I'd had enough of sulking. A for sale sign was placed on the property. Many people came to see the house but I rejected them all. I didn't care about the money 💰. All I cared about was finding the perfect woman for myself.

Several families lived with me throughout the years.

Then one day, a young woman who reminded me a lot of Greta, came to look at the house. Holding tight to her hand was a small toddler. "It's beautiful but I am sure that we can't afford to even rent this place let alone purchase it."

"Nonsense. All you have to do is follow a set of rules and the house is yours. No rent or payment required. You see, the owners don't want to sell the house they just need someone to watch over it and their little boy while they are away. Here are the rules that are required to be followed."

Rule 1 no guests
Rule 2 never leave Brahms alone
Rule 3 never cover Brhams face
Rule 4 clean the traps
Rule 5 leave food in the Freezer
Rule 6 stay out of the attic
Rule 7 play loud music Brhams enjoys listening to it.
Rule 8 only Draco is allowed to deliver the food.
Rule 9 read Brhams a bed time story
Rule 10 kiss Brhams good night
Rule 11 Brhams is never to leave the house
More rules can and will be added if necessary.

" Who is Brhams?"

"That's a bit complicated to explain it might be easier if I just  showed you instead. This way please." The realtor replied with a wave of her hand. "This is Brahms." The woman looked at the realtor in shock.

"Is this some kind of joke?"

"I'm afraid not." The realtor replied. "If you want the house you must take good care of Brhams."

"But he's a doll. It seems as if he's seen better days. What happened to him?"

"The previous nanny didn't follow the rules and as a result Brhams was injured. Not everything is as it seems. I can assure you that Brahms is real. If you follow the rules and take good care of him he will love you and protect you."

"Can I play with him?" The small girl asked and her mother frowned at her.

"No you may not. He is fragile. He is not a toy and you are not to touch him or you will be punished. Do you understand?" The woman scolded the child who sniffled.

"Yes mommy." The small child replied looking down at the floor.

"Good now go play while I finish speaking to the realtor." The young woman told the child.

It didn't take her long to find my room. "Wow! Mommy this woom (room) is full of toys and books!"

"Don't touch those they don't belong to you!" The mother scolded.

"It's alright. This is Brhams room, she is welcome to play with his toys as long as she is careful with them." The realtor replied with a smile.

"I'd prefer that she didn't." The child's mother replied with a hint of irritation. "You have yourself a deal. I will take care of Brhams as if he were my own child."

"A word of warning do not make this promise lightly. If you go back on it in any way, you will suffer the consequences. Consequences which could ultimately be deadly."

Once the realtor had left the young woman looked over at the porcelain doll and frowned. "I can't believe Im supposed to care this stupid doll. It looks as if it's seen better days. It's old and it's broken. Besides, who will know if I get rid of the doll?" The young woman replied with a frown. "Take this doll and put it in the trash where it belongs."

"But Mommy, you promised to take good care of Brahms." The small child replied and I smiled.
The young woman on the other hand frowned and grabbed the girl by the arm.

"You do not argue with me young lady!" With that she swatted the young child's behind. "Don't move from this spot. You will sit there until I say otherwise. Don't touch anything." The mother warned as she took my doll and placed it in the trashcan outside.

I frowned this wasn't starting out very well. It had only been a few hours and she was already breaking the rules. I'd have to do something about that. Removing the doll from the trashcan I chose to sit him on the mother's bed. Upon seeing the doll sitting on her bed the mother frowned.

"I thought I told you stay in that chair and not move didn't I?

"Wes mommy."

"You knew that I'd increase your punishment should you disobey my instructions. And yet, You chose to disobey them anyway. Didn't you?" The mother replied angrily.

"Nu."

"Don't lie to me young lady! We are the only two people in this house. I put this doll in the trash. It didn't move on it's own. So how did it get here?" The mother demanded.

"Me nu know mommy. You told me nu to touch de dolly and me hasn't." The small girl replied.

"That's it young lady! I've had it with your lies!" The young woman replied grabbing the child roughly by the arm. "You are going to remain here until your ready to tell the truth." With that, the young woman slammed the door shut behind her. Leaving the child alone in the darkness.

I scoffed. This young woman was one to talk. She hadn't been in the home for more then an hour and she had already broken more then half of the rules on my list. I frowned as I heard the young child pleading with her mother to forgive her.

"Me sowwy mommy. Pwease don't weave me. It's scawy and it's bweking one of de wules. Please mommy let me out." The young child begged.

I frowned as the mother turned on the music drowning out the child's sobs. I was just about to figure out what to do with the mother when there was a knock on the front door. I cocked my head in confusion. It wasn't time for the grocery delivery.

I frowned as I looked out the window. The young woman rushed out the door and into a young man's arms giving him a big hug and kiss. "So, where's the brat?" I heard the mother's guest ask.

"She's upstairs in the attic."

"Why don't I go collect her while you make us something to eat." The man suggested.

"Suit yourself. The stairway is right around the corner." The mother replied.

"What's with the ugly doll?" The man asked as he walked past my doll.

"It came with the property with a bunch of stupid rules that I'm supposed to follow. I threw it in the trash but that brat took it out again. Then lied about it which is why she's up in the attic."

"Don't worry I'll teach her not to lie." The man replied with an evil chuckle. I let out a low growl. I didn't like this man. "Hello Catrina." The man said closing the attic steps behind him. I watched as the young girl began to tremble and back away from the man.

"What's the matter aren't you happy to see me?" The child only shivered in response. "Come here." The man said sternly and the small girl slowly made her way to where the man stood.

I watched as he took off his belt. Now what was he going to do with that? Something told me I wasn't going to like the answer to that's question.

"Your mother tells me that you lied to her today. Is this true?"

"Me nu lie."

"Alright have it your way. I was going to go easy on you, but since you refuse to admit to lying, you leave me no choice. Now you receive double the punishment. I don't want to hear a single sound out of you do you understand?" The small child nodded in response.

"Good. Bad girls like you deserve to be punished." With that the man cracked the belt causing the small child to shiver and whimper. "I told you to be quiet girl!" He hissed at her as he brought his belt down upon her behind.

After a few minutes the man smiled. The small girl looked up at him her eyes filling with tears. "That will teach you to lie to me. The next time you break the rules your behind will be bare do you understand?"

"Wes."

"Good. Now go downstairs and apologize to your mother." At this the little girl shook her head no. "Excuse me? Are you arguing with me young lady?"

"Nu. Is just dat...."

"That what?" The man demanded angrily.

"Mommy said Me was to stay up in de attic fora de west of de night. She said she nu wanna see me ugwu face." The child replied tearfully and I let out a low growl. The child was anything but ugly.

"Don't worry about your mother. I'll deal with her now come." The man said holding out his hand. He frowned when she didn't move. "I don't like having to say things more then once. Do I have to punish you again?" The young child shook her head and reluctantly took his hand and they went downstairs.

"What are you doing down here you little brat! I thought I told you that I didn't want to see your face for the rest of the night."

"Wes mama."

"Then what are you doing down here huh?"

"I told her too come with me. Tell me, who is the master of this house?"

"You are." The woman whispered I could tell that she was terrified of this man. Like Greta had been of Cole. I scoffed slightly. He'd soon learn who the true Master of this house was. They all would.

Catrina POV

Mommy's boyfriend had hurt her and had also hurt me and so mommy decided that we had to leave. However, no matter where we looked we couldn't seem to find a home within our price range. That is until we came to the Hillshire property.

"Is dis a castle? Did a Pwince owa Pwincess libe heya?" I asked in amazement. My mother rolled her eyes and scoffed slightly.

"Forgive my daughter. She has an over active imagination."