User:Gypsiescurse

Music box I lay awake in my bed staring up at the ceiling. I can see the moonlight shining through the window beside me. The dark clouds cover the night sky blocking out the stars that shine upon the empty streets. Lightning rips the sky in half the thunder soon follows causing my tiny cottage to shake. The little house sits on a hill in the middle if nowhere. I have lived in this house for two years now. It seems I have gotten used to the spirits that haunt me. The voices, the smashing plates, and the HORRIBLE music! The sound of the music plays over and over again. Income on the verge of insanity. At night is when the music is the loudest. The silence of night makes it perfect for screeching noise the play. I feel like I am trapped in the house. A deep and sorrowful presents imprisons me, taunting me, never to let me go. I finally snap... I can no longer take this torment. I scream with anger as I head toward the kitchen. And on the counter is a butchers blade. I grasp the knifes handle as a turn toward my room. I stand in the bedroom doorway my heart beats fast. I raise the blade in the air... Hitting the wall with the blade the old stained boards break falling onto the hardwood floor. Suddenly the music stops, I freeze, my muscles tense. Slowly I lower my arms. I see a shiny object from inside the wall laying the knife on the floor beside. I reach my arms inside the wall. Grabbing the fragile object I start to stand up. Blood runs down my knee. Bending down I see that a piece of broken wood had cut my knee. Carefully making my way to the kitchen, I grab a damp rag from under the sink. As I dab the wound I start to hear a small child laughing in the distance. Not knowing what it might have come from, I pick myself up off the counter. I turn the corner and to my surprise there's a small child sitting in my bedroom doorway. She wears an old-fashioned nightgown with an embroidered collar. The down is covered in many small blotches of red and pink. Her long dark hair lays on the ground. Her face is flushed white. Her long dark hair covers one half of her face. I stand in horror from the site of the child's face. He child's mouth looks as thought it had been down shut while her eye is as black as coal. She slowly walks towards me. Her feet making a thumping sound on the hardwood floor. As she walks I can hear the faint sound of the music playing. Turn toward the music box I can see the crank spinning. She stops just a foot from me. A smile grows On the child's face making the thread that sown her mouth shut grow tight. The child then reaches her hand out to me. In her hand is a small note. Hesitating I grabbed the small paper. I them unfold the stained yellow crumbling note.

To be continued.......