In the mirror room, Theo had a more expressive reaction to it than the Dove did, sitting there frantically whipping his head around until Sienna snapped her fingers, and closing the door behind her to reveal the door as also a mirror, and now blended into the wall.

"You good yet or will you need the sassy little guy to smack you again?" She asked.

He gritted his teeth and shook his head. After all, his choices were very limited right now, even where he could point his eyes, lest he wanted to see more of the creepy puppet clinging to him from different perspectives of the mirrors. 

Sienna dropped the envelope on the table, letting the papers inside slip out, along with setting a voice recorder down on the table.

Like a skilled dealer in a high casino, the photos she needed slid out right in front of him. 

"For three days, nearly four now, we've gotten reports of this Sennentuntschi going down a specific path, eventually leading to you. What's your connection to this doll? Are you its maker or its owner?" She crossed her arms and sat across from him. 

"I don't like dolls, so neither... I got it as a gift."

"Seriously?" 

The living doll turned its head around again, and only its head as it gave Sienna the same stare with its glass eyes as it did the two interns earlier. 

The redhead quickly raised her hands up in a mock surrender.

"I wasn't all that happy about it either. It wasn't exactly a gift either. When I was at my parents' house, they said I got this in the mail, it came with this burner phone too." He said as he looked down at the table, the only non-reflective surface.

Sienna frowned and urged him to continue. 

"I saw things like this happen in the movies, so I called the number on the phone, and this guy picked up, said that he had something fun for me that could help turn my life around, better than staying at my parents' house."

"Do you know who this 'guy' is? You met up with him, right?"

Theo shook his head regretfully.

"Actually, I never met the guy, that's kind of the only reason I followed his instructions."

"What?"

"Yeah, I thought it was some kind of kidnapping trick, I'm not a little kid. But he wasn't asking to meet up or anything. He just said he wanted someone to talk to, about his personal thoughts and stuff, was scared he'd get made fun of or something."

Sienna sat up straight.

"What did he convince you to do?"

"He didn't egg me on to do anything. He just told me about some ideas he had, and I had a choice to do it if I wanted, and I guess, I don't know why but I thought why not."

Outside the room, listening through her phone, Sienna had silently called Laurence, and he had been listening in on the entire conversation. 

Is this an invasion of privacy? Well, they put the guy in a mirrored room that already forces him to tell his whole truths, so at this point his personal thoughts had already been invaded. 

Is this even legal? Allow me to answer that question with another question. At this point, do you honestly expect this house to follow the same policies, rules, and protocols as any other normal police station?... Sorry for coming off as rude.

Laurence was seated beside Dove, who was logged in to one of the desktop computers lined up at the wall, blankly focused on writing her report, and he just so happened to also need to give her some papers, standing next to her as one does when they are on the phone, subtly putting her within ear shot of the phone call. 

"I know my parents, or well, at least my mom, she had this, grand aunt or whatever you call a sister of your grandma, who used to work for a rich family. She even had these photos of her."

Some rustling sounds came up, of paper slipping, he was picking up one of the photos.

"I used to like looking at them, at least before I met Dove."

"You're getting off topic."

He cleared his throat.

"My mom said that the family liked my great aunt so much, because she was like a family to them since she watched their kids and stuff, that they included her in the will, that's also where I got the photos of the family. And that's when I learned about this really big house." He said as more paper sounds could be heard; he was looking for a photo of the house in the file. 

"My parents and I went to see it once, but it was so old style, they didn't want to keep it. I think the family kids of the past family thought so too. My mom put it up for sale, but I sometimes kept going back.... They had a lot of stuff left behind, and my parents didn't want anything so I thought I could sell them..... When they were asleep or when they were gone, I'd take my car, and the key to the old house, and drive there often. Then, I went through the attic, and found... my great aunt."

Back in the room, Sienna frowned as she leaned in more, resting her arms on the table as she continued speaking to Theo, watching his eyes that were glued to the table. 

"Her corpse was already there during one of your secret visits to the house?"

He firmly nodded his head, his fists clenching as he stared at one of the other photos, the ones from his room, of his great aunt. 

"It freaked me out, so I went back down and mentally told myself to never go back up. I told myself that I was imagining things. I'm so sick of seeing those things! But then after I got the package with the burner phone, this guy I called started talking about loneliness, and how he was seeing things too. I started talking back more, he and I related to a bunch of stuff." 

"Right, and this little guy clinging to ya definitely helps me see how lonely you must've been, I mean you brought a doll to life that hugs you."

A chill ran down Theo's spine, he still refused to look at the doll on him, ignoring it and pushing its face away best he can.

"I didn't do it, Dove was the reason he came to life!"

Sienna quirked an eyebrow up, snapping his fingers to stop him from frowning at whatever he was daydreaming of.

"Dove? Why do you keep bringing her up?"

"Because she's the reason for everything! She's the freak that tricked me into thinking she was a cool person who just needed someone to talk to, only to infect me with this, this, these shitty nightmares day and night!" 

Sienna snapped her fingers at him again. 

From the other end of Sienna's phone to the party secretly listening in, Laurence recoiled his phone from Dove's hearing range, reading the look of guilt across her face, her eyes showing a pained expression. Her typing became slower, but she tenderly grabbed Laurence's arm, shaking her head and showing she wanted to keep listening.

"You're getting off topic again."

"No, I'm not! The guy on the phone even told me to check for myself if I was sure, he listened to me! The last time I went there, there were these creepy looking dolls! Life size! And there were these creepy things happening around the house, and I knew it was her again. She used to tell me about the creepy things she used to see in school, then she infected me, and then the house!" He ranted, forgetting where he was as he stood up, pounding his fist onto the table as panted out of frustration and anger.

"I can't look at anything without being bothered! God, my whole family was already disappointed in me, and now I'm like an insane person because of her." He choked. 

Sienna simply watched him like a scientist watching a lab rat, quirking an eyebrow as she picked up one of the photos of the life size, ball-joint dolls, and then pointing to the living doll still hugging him. 

"So then, let's say you're correct and assume it really was all this girl's fault. How exactly could she have caused the situation our team found at the house when they went to visit? Because according to our report, the life size dolls were all found cooped up in the basement, meanwhile there were skeletons found in the front yard, and the corpse, our trusted morticians noticed that while she had been there for a while, her body didn't die there thankfully. Someone had unburied her and moved her bones to that attic. I doubt that's something Dove would be capable of, as I'm sure she knew nothing about your great aunt."

Theo sighed, calming down as he sat back down, resting his head in his hand. 

"That part I don't know, I didn't even know there were skeletons in the front yard, I asked him, and he just laughed and told me that a lot of old houses would have skeletons, I laughed with him. I was honestly just using the ideas I got from the guy on the phone."

"Using them?"

"Yeah, he was just telling me stories, and then I got the idea to try them myself, because there was one he brought up, and at first I didn't think it'd work, but I was so tired and alone, I thought I'd try it."

"And that would be..."

"Contacting my great aunt. And asking her if Dove was the one who messed with the house. I know I saw her there, sometimes drifting around the house in like this, like her ghost was hypnotized. She never noticed or interacted with me, just moving around the house, folding clothes, and just basically playing house with the life size dolls, pushing them in their chairs and stuff. The guy on the phone told me a story of how he got a doll to contact a family member with, since haunted dolls seemed like the best place for spirits, and he said that if I was the spirit's family, they'd be less likely to hurt me."

Sienna finally seemed like she was cracking him for the answers she needed, resting her chin in her intertwined hands, letting him see the photos, and then rolling a pen to him to use on the blank side of one of the report pages.

"I was on the phone with him, and he told me that what he did was hold a doll in some bucket of water, so I was asking him for instructions as I brought a bucket of water to the house, because that's where my great aunt's ghost was stuck in. I put the doll in the water, and he started saying this prayer."

"And that's when this little guy came to life." 

Theo gritted his teeth.

"And also, when I realized the guy on the phone lied to me too. The doll was supposed to turn into a real-life person, I was hoping the creepy doll would turn into my great aunt and I'd finally have someone in my life who actually cared about me, but it just started moving, freaked me out, I just remember running, taking anything else I could grab, and just driving wherever, far away."

Sienna watched him stare longingly at the photos they had collected from his motel room, old pictures of a happy-looking family, and some of his great aunt, before tossing them back onto the table, huffing and resting his head on the table. He let out a frustrated groan. 

The rose-haired woman hummed to herself. 

"So, this guy, after realizing he lied to you, you did try to contact him again, right?"

"Yeah, but he just told me that, all of this shit happened because of yada yada butterfly effect, it all started with Dove. It was just, easier to be mad at someone I knew instead of some voice,,," His voice muffled as he rested his head on the table.

"Or... yourself perhaps?"

Theo lifted his head and hammered his fists on the table again as he snapped back up at her.

"I wouldn't have felt the need to try and bring a stupid doll to life-" He said as struggled to yank the living doll off his shirt. "If I wasn't in a situation where I felt like no one cared or understood me-" Theo began to frustratingly let out a yell, like he was trying to breathe under all the stress, standing up and pulling at his wavy, short blonde hair. "If Dove hadn't cursed me when we were sixteen!!"

He huffed and panted as he let everything out, and while he finally made eye contact with one of his reflections in one of the mirror walls, peering into an inner part of himself, Sienna checked her phone while he was distracted. She ended the call, sending Laurence a message soon after with those quick and skilled fingers of hers that moved like a spider over the screen of her phone that lay on her lap, right underneath the table. 

Plenty of experience gained from her times at bars. 

Outside, while finally finishing up the rest of her report from her perspective, Dove held tightly onto her wrist, nails digging into the flesh as she stared down at the keyboard, head hung low with guilt. 

Laurence put his phone away, checking his messages later as he hesitated to lay a warm hand on her back, but suddenly Dove sat up straight, her shoulder heaving in a breath and letting it out as she briskly finished typing out the rest of her perspective report, before saving and clicking to print it out. She stepped out of her seat casually and went to the printer, waiting for the paper to print out. 

"Dove."

"Yes?"

"Is what this boy said true?"

"... What other truth could there be?" Her voice croaked a little as she refused to look at him, crossing her arms as a disguise to hold herself. 

"We used to talk, I was selfish and was desperate for a listening ear. If I ever told my mother, I couldn't imagine the reaction. He and I were both lonely, so I talked to him, but I ended up telling too much, and all of a sudden, the next day I meet him, he's scared, and frightened, tense. My nightmares became his reality. I don't know how I did it, but, either way, I did this to him. And I can't do anything to help him, not that he wants my help, I wouldn't trust my help either."

"Dove..." He sighed, deciding to give her some space as she held onto herself. 

Laurence walked over to his desk, looking at his messages and waiting for Sienna to finish and come out so she can give him the voice recorder so he can work out a transcript from it. Bence was seen coming out from the files room, making his strides down the hall, heading to the mirror room for his turn. 

Sienna came out a couple minutes later, giving him the device just as Dove walked over with the printed paper, ready to submit it to him. 

She let out a whistle. 

"That kid, I gotta tell ya, he needs some therapy and a cleansing, otherwise a few years down the line, we're gonna end up with another one of those serial killers with mommy daddy issues."

Laurence wanted to shush her as he watched Dove's hand grip tightly onto the paper.