Walking outside the sun finally showing itself after a long time shining down on my face made me close my eyes and breath in the smell of the forest, it was a really peacefull thing to do when having stress or going insane like I was in the manor.

Malcom wouldn't dare touch the rodents in the traps so I had to be the one doing it, he was already freaking out when I dropped one in the trash bag he was holding, it made me laugh everytime he would make a little hop when I dropped one in the bag.

As we reach the last few traps, something catches my eye it made me skip a beat for a second but after looking again the thing that scared me half to death was just a sculpture of a person just standing there. Walking to the sculpture I saw that it hadn't been touched for sometime green moss was starting to make its way all around the sculpture, looking behind the sculpture I saw that they're were a bunch of old looking sculptures just standing they're. Walking past all of them leaving Malcom I looked around, the garden was starting to look natural, I haven't been here before, why haven't I been here before its so beautifull, lost in my thoughs again I ended up at a... a grave not just any grave, it was Brahms his grave.

Feeling a presence behind me I turned around seeing Malcom standing there still holding the trash bag "You know, I don't think he killed Emily I think she tripped and fell and hit her head and Brahms just panicked and ran, but that is just my idea." He said with a sad smile after "Yeah I think so to." giving the same smile, looking again at the grave "A 8 year old couldn't kill someone, could they? Even if he did, death wasn't the punishment he deserved." Turning around I looked at Malcom before reaching for the trash bag and walking back to the house and continue cleaning up the traps that were still left.

Malcom left shortly after so me and Brahms continued where we had left of, but because of the whole garden adventure it was already time to make dinner, I didn't even notice the time skip until now, looking through the new and fresh food I decided on making home made spaghetti, it was something me and one of the cleaners I had when I was young always did it, was a lot of fun doing it together but since I'm alone the fun just wasn't there, so to make it fun I grabbed my phone and put on some music to pass the time faster.

While making the food I started swaying my hips and dancing with the music, I got lost in my though and started dancing more and more until I felt the feeling of being watched, I instantly turned around to see no one just Brahms sitting there on the chair, this time it felt different it wasn't the usual feeling of being watched I don't know why but something felt off, so I turned of the stove and starting looking around with Brahms in my hands, first I made my way to the living room, nothing, into the hall, nothing, making my way up the stairs that is when I felt it again, searching every room to end up infront of Brahms his room.

I think I stood there for a good 10 minutes before finnaly having the balls to reach the door knob and opening the door to find... Nothing.

Standing in the middle of the room still feeling weirded out, I suddenly froze in my tracks looking at the window I saw a reflection of a person standing in the door way looking at me. I don't know how long I stared at them before they enterd the room and were know standing right behind me, I just stood there waiting for this person to do something, but they didn't they also just stood there not doing a thing.

After finding my voice I said 1 word of everything I could've said I just said "who? " That was everything that came out of me.. Are you serious?!? I shouldve already bolted out of the room instead of having a staring contest through the reflection of the window, but no here I am standing there like a idiot, I am so dead.