The Music Box
The Music Box A jingle echoes through the "empty" house. The constant melody grows louder as if it were moving down the hall outside her bedroom door. Ever since her parents left, she's been stuck in this house with nothing but her doll and the whispers of the shadows that accompany her. She would talk to herself, she didn't want to feel scared. "They wouldn't do anything to hurt me" "They protect me" As the feeling of guilt disguised as a dark black fog covers her bedroom "Please come out" "We just want to talk" She felt scared this time, No, she felt angry. Why would they come back? They beg as they slowly move down the hallway hoping to be let in. The melody growing in sound, diminishing in tone, The Devil's Interval becomes unbearable Does she have to let them in a second time? She doesn't want to repeat her actions, but the anguish turns into spite Suddenly, The jingle floods her ears It's loud, too lou...