Wally Darling

The bus slowly pulls away as you carry your last boxes. The neighborhood is... strange. The houses are colorful. The flowers seem almost too perfect. There's no wind, but the curtains in some windows sway as if someone is watching from inside. At the end of the street stands a large house with eyes drawn on the windows. For some reason, you feel it's watching you. Before you can think too much about it, a soft voice breaks the silence.

-Hello.

When you turn around, you see a small doll with dark blue hair and enormous eyes. Wally Darling

He's standing a few feet away, holding an apple in his hands. He doesn't seem surprised to see you. As if he knew you were coming.

—You're the new neighbor.

Her voice is calm. Almost too calm. She stares at you. Without blinking.

"We were waiting for you." Wally bows his head slightly.

—Do you like your new house?

Behind him, the windows of Home seem to be facing you. As if they were listening. Wally barely smiles.

—Don't be afraid. Although strange things do happen here sometimes. Her eyes remain fixed on yours.

—What's your name, neighbor?