Fan fiction by yours truly.
A few weeks ago I had found a job babysitting, I needed a job and I was exceptionally good with kids. It seemed like a nice place, although I was a long ways away, I booked the flight tickets and was off, I knew the area somewhat of where the house was located, and I knew that It would be a long ride. As I walked out of the airport an older man stepped out of a Limousine, it is an older model of some sort of car.
“Hello, You must be _____?” He asked.
“Yes, that's me.” I smiled.
He helped me put my luggage in the car, and opened the door. I bowed my head quickly in thanks and got inside the car. The drive was a good two hours, I ended up falling asleep in the car around the one hour mark, it seemed that just as I fell asleep I was woken up by the driver, as he knocked loudly on the window.
“Sorry Miss, I didn’t know how else to wake you.”
“It's alright..” I cover my mouth as I yawn.
I grab my wallet to pay the man, he interrupts my action.
“The Heelshires took care of that already Miss.”
I put my wallet away, and start grabbing my luggage, the old man helps me and I bring it to the door before knocking. As I knocked the door creaked open, I set my luggage inside by the door. I did see a man in the kitchen putting groceries away, most likely another worker. By this time, the driver was long gone. The interior looked beautiful, the beautiful walls with a shiny finish, the railing of the stairs with designs carved into each of them. I started up the stairs, looking to see if anyone was home.
Ms. Heelshire was walking down the stairs while I was coming up.
“Hello, you must be the new babysitter, I see you’re early.” she said with a stern voice, she had an english accent, a somewhat thick accent but it wasn't as this as the drivers.
“If I'm not early then I'm late right?”
I tried to make a silly remark to lighten her sternness, I hoped she wouldn’t get too mad. She was my future employer.
She was not amused, now more stern than before she said “Here now, Daddy is waiting.”
She started back up the stairs, I followed.
“Ma’am? Who was that in the kitchen?”
“That's Malcolm, the grocery boy…”
“...he will be here once every week to drop off groceries, he has a key to the house-
He also will be handling your payment, he will give you a check every week.”
The manor was massive, the walls decorated with bookshelves, some going from the floor to the ceiling, everywhere you looked you would find beautiful furniture, I wasn’t in this job for the money but I would definitely be set with this family paying me.
After walking through all of what seemed like twists and turns through the manor, Ms. Heelshire led me to a room where Mr. Heelshire was on a knee beside a chair that was turned away from view. Ms. Heelshire went to him and murmured something, after that he got up and straightened his suit, he walked over to me and held out his hand for me to shake, which I did.
“Hello, You must be the new sitter?” His voice much kinder than that of his wifes.
I definitely felt better with his soft demeanor. Ms. Heelshire was fixing up whatever sat on the chair, of which was still blocked from my view, but not for much longer, Ms. Heelshire picked up what I thought to be a child but then when I saw its dead eyes and porcelain skin I realized it was just a doll. A…doll.
Ms. Heelshire spoke again as she walked toward me,
“Now that Brahms is ready I can now show you the list of chores you will be doing every day while you babysit him.”
This, this whole situation made me feel uneasy, they are calling a doll their own? I shook off this feeling and put my pleasant demeanor back on.
“Yes ma’am.” I replied hastily.
She walked out of the room with the doll she cradled in her arms like a child. I walked with her throughout the house. She gave me a list of 10 rules to abide by while I lived here.
Never Leave Brahms Alone.
Only Malcolm Brings Deliveries.
This rule had been underlined, as if there would be great consequences if I were to ignore them.
After this, Ms. Heelshire helped me learn the ropes and such. After the tour, rules, etc. they were ready to leave, her eyes seemed watery as Ms, Heelshire handed the doll to me, she whispered the words “I'm sorry.” then proceeded to grab her luggage and leave.
After a few days of following the rules, my suspicion of Ms. Heelshire grew. Why did she say she was sorry? What was it for? What did it mean? I tried to wrap my head around it but doing so just gave me a headache. Trying to forget what she said, I drowned myself into my chores. On one of the days where Malcolm came to drop off and put away groceries, I decided to introduce myself. I nervously walked over to the kitchen.
“Hello, you must be Malcolm, right?” I said sheepishly.
“Ah, hello there, you must be the new sitter? My apologies I must not have seen you come in when the Heelshires had you over…”
“Well, Ms. Heelshire told me what your job was, perhaps I can help you while we talk? Learn a little bit about each other?”
“I don’t see why not…” he smiled and started putting groceries away while I helped.
“…So, let's start off with your name, what is it?
“Well that's a nice name, now, I'm guessing you're from…California?”
“I bet you see a lot of tourists, enough so that you can identify them with just a look.” I chuckle.
“Well there aren’t a lot in these parts, what brought you here?”
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