I walk up the stairs, a creak with each step, the house is old, and has foyege latched to it swallowing the house. My uncle had always been a strange man, living in an old house, away from others, and giving away his property to his niece, instead of his own children. Though as he stated before, he never wanted the house to be destroyed, and as his children have clearly stated they would tear it down. So he gave the house to me. It's old and the door creaks so loud the rat near the steps ran away. When I walk in, dust flew in the air from laying dormat for so long. A stair case lay on the left maybe 10 feet way, infront on the side is a door and on the right there was another two doors. When I was young i remember it being more welcoming than it was now, the door on the left led to the family room, and the doors on the right led to the dinning room, and the one farther down was the kitchen.

Unbothered to see what lays in them now I walk upstairs, the hallway horizontal to the steps. On the left was the library and office, but those were not my concern at the moment, I turn right and walk down the hallway, my shoes leaving imprints in the dust making it seem as though someone was following behind. When I reach the end, there is a door, and the continuation of the hallway on the right.  I take the right and go all the way to the limits of the hallway, there on the left is a door. My cousins childhood bedroom, I remember sleeping over, and how i had many colorful memories there. I turn the nob and open the door, I look inside and it was exactly the same, just a little more dusty. The two beds on either side of the room, one with pink bed sheets, and the other with light purple. The walls still slick with the pastel pink that covered them. It was bare now, only the beds, and white nightstands next to them. The closet still slightly cracked open from the last time the youngest one was here, packing her bags for college. That was two years ago, when I was 17, my cousin 18 at the time. We were all now older, me 19, my youngest cousin, Milie 20, and my oldest cousin Kylie, 21. We were all separated by a year going oldest to youngest, but since we were close in age we were all best friends.

But now, the room looked dusted and old, almost in a stand still from the past. I smile at it, remembering the childish innocent we used to have. But no more, I turn, and close the door behind me, the door creaking behind making a small thump as it closed. The handle jiggling as I release it.

I breath in and release a sigh full of happiness and relief that the house still held the memory's of my childhood. I take only two steps infront of me to the next door across from my cousins room. The master bedroom, I remember my uncle being a civil man, wasn't much for fanciness, but his wife loved to decorate. I open the door to the room and see that the room is clean, just like my uncle said it would be in the will. I walk up to big bay window in the front and look out. A long winding road was visible from the autumn trees that connected to the driveway. I turned taking in a breath, the bed was on the opposite wall of the window, the door to the hallway was in the middle of the wall and the bathroom and closet doors were on the wall parallel to the hallway door. The walls are a pastelish gold pink, and the bed has black sheets with a gold lace on it. All of my stuff was still in my car, I had to look in the house before I started unpacking. Then my phone started ringing, I take my phone out of my pocket to see who it was, 'mom' lights up on my phones, I press the answer button and put it up to my ear, "hello." I say greeting my mother.

"Did you get to the house safely?" My mother asks on the other side of the line.

"Yes, don't worry I'm fine mom."

"I don't understand why you just don't sell that place off Lilly, you know what it did to your uncle." Mom says concerned.

"He had an illness mom, he shouldn't be blamed for that."

"No he started speaking nonsense even before then." Mom says in a hush.

I roll my eyes and sigh, Mom was always over protective of me, I mean me being her only child and all, she is just worried all the time.

"I promise I will be fine, I have to go now, I'll talk to you later, bye, love you" I say trying to end the conversation before Mom starts to bad mouth my uncle again.

"OK, ok, bye, love you, be safe." She says back. I hang up the phone and sigh, she was always doing that, she didn't like when people were different from her, I'm not sure why but that's just how she was.

I walk down the hall and down the stairs, I open the door and go out the house. A crunch with each step as the dead leaves wither away, I reach my car and  open the trunk, in the trunk are only 3 suitcases, I didn't bring much from home, since my uncle gave me basically a free house. I lift up one of the suitcases, the heaviest one to be exact. I lift it up pull it out. I do the same with the other two, once I get them out I shut the trunk and look down at the suitcases. I was only going to be able to bring two at a time. I pull the clutch up on two of the suitcases so I can role them into the house. I start to role them, but then I stop. There was a sound, like someone was following me. I turn and look around, but didn't see anything, or anybody. I shrug and start walking towards the house with the suitcases. When I reach the house I walk in and close the door behind me, then I take the bags and hop then up the stairs. I could not carry them since they were to heavy for me. I reach my new room and place the bags by the bed, I walk back down stairs to hear something outside. I spead walk towards the door and open it up  I stand in shock to see a fox rummaging through my stuff trying to drag something away. I run towards to fox, I pick up a stick on the way and I swat at the fox. It yips and runs away.

"You fool, what are looking for." I mutter to myself, I kneel down and start putting my stuff back, when I saw a doll. I touch the dolls face and look at it. It was an older doll, maybe like an older version of an American girl doll, with hazel eyes, and black hair. The doll was also tan, but in a, what seems like a old white night gown. I pick up the doll at look at it in her eyes.

"Why hello what is your name" I smile at the doll, what a curious thing the fox brought to me.

"You look like you need a bath." I say to the doll. I place it back beside me and put all my stuff back into my suitcase. I zip the suitcase back up and pick up the doll, and take the suitcase by the handle. I walk in the house and up the stairs to my room. I put the suitcase with all the rest and lay the doll on my bed. I then start to take the clothes of the doll and see a button on her chest, I smile and press it.

"Hello! My names Ryan. What's yours?" Ryan says.

"HI, im Lilly" I say smiling more, remembering having a doll just like this when I was younger.

"I wonder if you can be bathed." I mutter to myself I look for a tag, as I do I accidently press the button.

"Can I have a bath?" Ryan asks.

I look at the chest and see the button is covered with a thin layer of plastic, it was water proof.

"Sure Ryan let's get you a bath" I say, it seemed to able to speak different phrases, so if she asked for a bath I must just be the luck, so I will go along with the luck