The Mannequins That Danced

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While on an archaeological hunt in an old establishment in Florence, Italy. Two of the Archaeologists found an old diary buried under rubble. Also found in the pile were some wooden stands with rods attatched to their centers, these are suspected to be stands for wooden Mannequins. The following is what was written inside the journal. (Please note that this diary was translated from Italian to English by expert linguists)

Entry #1 June 11th, 1499
Dear Diary,

I havent been able to sleep very well these past few days, its because I've been having this strange dream. I would be sitting at the desk where I do my painting, and I would be watching the mannequins dance. They would dance to the tinkle of the music box that I would spin. It was a beautiful dance. Their movements would be so graceful and fluent. Yet when the music box closed and the song ended, so would my dream. I would always throw myself off my pillow screaming in horror. The unusual thng is, I would have no idea why I woke up in such manner. All I can remember afterwards is the song ending, and this feeling of terror spreading across my body.

This dream has haunted me many times recently, and I fear that this is a subconcious message, an instruction.

I fear that I must make the mannequins dance...

Entry #2 June 13th, 1499
Yesterday, I caught a fever, and I was unable to leave my bed. After my butler served me dinner, he left. It was at that point, I fell into a deep sleep.

This dream wasn't the same. The mannequins didn't dance, instead of being led by the music, they wept. Their tears were a deep red, as if blood trickled from their eyes. I couldnt see their eyes, but I knew that they were there. The sound of their sobbing was filled with anger, in fact I could hear one or two of them screaming.

Suddenly, the music stopped.

I woke up, screaming, but instead of laying in my bed, I was at my desk. Infront of me, was a mannequin. It was laying on the table, its arm was missing. There was a pool of what looked like blood where its arm shouldve been. It laid there in an arkward position. Much like someone in intense pain.

I fear that my dreams are getting worse...

Entry #3 June 14th 1499
I must write quickly, I cannot belive what is happening infront of me.

I had a dream where I was sitting at my desk, a music box in my hand. Infront of my was a couple of mannequins. I then, proceeded to spin the music box. Thats when my dream ended.

I woke up in terror. I could hear the tinkle of a music box. I slowly turned to my desk, and there, the mannequins were...

...dancing...

I am writing this while I watch the mannequinns dance. Their dance is so graceful, so fluent, so beautiful.

...wait, the music, its stopped...

The journal ends here.

Addendum
Several people who have read this journal have aquired minor cases of post traumatic stress disorder. Two of wich havebeen diagnosed with pediophobia. Researches are still looking into this case. But as of March 23rd, 2012, no new information has been found...