Is it weird that Hospital Nights has less views and visitors than this one? Or, is that me? Anyway...ENJOY THIS CHAPTER!

Maryah was the type a person who had a lot of patience. Not like her teachers from her school, or people who ordered PizzaHut. No. She had a lot of patience. So there she sat on her bed, patiently waiting for her uncle. There was nothing she could do while she waited. She already made her bed, straightened up her room, and drew a little on her drawing table.

However, it did not suppress her boredom. The urge to do something annoyed her. She sighed for, like, the millionth time, rolling onto her back. But, she waited.

Her sister already went to her friend's house; so Maryah was alone, excluding her parents. Her parents, on another note, were late to work, thanks to Uncle Alex. They were downstairs, waiting for him like Maryah was. Unlike her, they had each other's company. While she had nothing.

She sat up, leaning on her hands for support. She got up from the bed. Maryah headed towards the door, opened it, and headed out in the hallway, towards the end of it. Looking up, she spotted a square on the ceiling. It was a door leading up to attic. No one in her family went up there; however, they only did it when they needed something or they wanted to store something of theirs in there. The only person who went up there was Maryah. Though, when her grand-mom was alive, they would go up together and search through old stuff. Now she was alone.

She sighed before pulling on the string attached to the door, which made it swing open and the ladder fall out. It landed with a loud thud. The sound didn't alarm her parents who were downstairs since she always went up there.

She climbed up the steps, each step ending with a creak as she lifted her weigh off them. She then reached the top of the steps, and carefully entered the attic. It looked as if it never changed from last time. It was, predictably, dusty and full of boxes. Most boxes stacked on each other, looking like a tower. It was really dark, but Maryah remembered the way. And, there was also paper littering the ground. Maryah walked over them and headed to the other side of the attic to the wall that had the light switch.

Darkness was erased and replaced with light when Maryah flipped the switch. She turned around after taking a deep breath, coughing when she inhaled dust. She walked to the very back of the attic. Finally, after moving certain boxes out of the way, Maryah found what she was looking for at the back. On the floor, there was a huge, retangular box. It was different-no-special. The box was heavy due to being filled with a lot of stuff. There was writing on the box that said, "Mary's Toys".

Then, Maryah opened it. It, unsurprisingly, was full of old toys from the 60's: Old-fashioned Barbies, baby dolls, etc. She dug deeper into the box, hoping to find something to play with. After a while of searching, she gave up and went to another box that was labeled the same thing as the last. When she opened that box, she found nothing that peeked her interest. "Lame," Maryah thought to herself as she stood up and spotted another box.

This one looked like it was a toy box. It was white and read, "Mary," in pink faded letters. It was just sitting in the corner in plain sight. Maryah never recalled seeing it before. Like, she came up here everyday, and she never saw it.

She walked over to it, ultimately curious about it. She kneeled before it, and then opened it. Unlike the boxes, the toy box wasn't even filled to the brim with toys. Inside there were only a few toys in there, like, seven toys! There was a race car, its' orange paint fading over the years, a dirty, white unicorn that had golden, tangled hair, a rubber duck that was red and had only one out of two wheels, a teal robot that was missing one of its' yellow eyes, and the last one was a yellow teapot with magenta accents that had a large crack running straight through the middle.

She pulled each of them out and set them on the floor. After she did that, she searched through the toy box to see if there were anymore toys. Her hand felt the bottom of the box and touched something. She pulled the items out. In her left hand was a thick book, and in the other was a doll. The book was balck and made out of leather. There was nothing on the front. Some of its' pages were sticking out. The doll's face resembled a lollipop and wore a large grin that was disturbing. It had sailor man's clothes on and a hat. The doll looked like it was brand new, different from the other toys.

Maryah placed the doll on the floor next to the others and directed her attention to the book. She turned to the first page:

Property of:

Mary Schmidt

Maryah's eyes widened. This was her grand-mom's? She read the next page.

June 17th,1963

It's been an entire year ever since the Theater. And, from what I've heard, the Puppeteer is still in jail. He won't be getting out anytime soon. But, that's all behind me. Now I can be a normal kid! And I can finally sleep now without the nightmares (Monsters). That's good, right? Well, I should go. Goodbye!

-MaryS.

The short paragraph raised many questions in Maryah's head. What 'incident'? Who was the 'Puppeteer'? And what nightmares? Sadly, those questions were not answereed because-

"Maryah!"

-of that.

Maryah scrambled up off the ground, grabbing the candy-looking doll and the book, and ran to the attic steps. She ran down them, making a quick stop to her room to put down the items on her bed, before making her way downstairs.

When she got down there, she was met with the sight of her parents, and someone else, at the doorway. Her dad was chatting with the person as her mom greeted her. "Maryah," she started, "come and say hi to your uncle!"

The person turned their head towards Maryah and her mom when they heard their name. It was indeed her uncle.

Uncle Issac.

Maryah froze at the sight of him. Uncle Issac was an old man. He had a gray beard and a lot of hair on top of his head. His eyes were icy blue; so, if he simply looked at you it would feel like he was staring into your soul. She saw that he was wearing a white shirt with green pants when she moved closer.

He looked down at her, most likely judging her. She gulped. Her mom laughed, "Sorry about the short welcoming, Uncle Issac. But we have to go." Her mom then turned to Maryah and said, "Behave," before giving her a kiss on the cheek and headed outside with her dad. They both got into the family car together and drove away.

It was now Maryah and Issac alone.

Issac shut and locked the door, then went in the living room and sat on the couch, relaxing almost instantly when his butt hit the cushions. Maryah stared at him in confusion before shrugging. She then turned around and headed upstairs.

When she got upstairs, she went into her room. The wierd looking doll and book were still on the bed. "Why would Grand-mom even have this," Maryah thought as she grabbed the doll from the bed and placed it on her dresser. She then grabbed the book , sat on the bed, and read her grand-mom's book.

She was so engrossed in the book that she failed to notice the doll's eyes move from the dresser.

A/N: Hello again, friends! Yet another crappy chapter! Hope you've enjoyed (and if you didn't, well, I don't blame you)! Gn, everyone~ SKEET