Music Box

I've recently discovered that my uncle has died of a heart attack, He left me his favorite music and about 20$ in his will. There's something off about the music box though. It plays a generic music box tune, but hits this odd note. It hurts my ears to listen to it for even a second. I see bloodied faces and hear high pitched screams everytime I listen

This was too much so I broke down, and asked my family about my uncle. My mother was the first person I had asked. She just sat there and laughed. She chuckled, "He was a loon!". Puzzled at my mother's odd laughter, I decided to ask someone else.

Suprisingly my mother knew nothing, so I asked my grieving aunt next. She gave much more info, than my mother had. As she spoke softly of my uncle's odd obsession with this box, she appeared to have a worried tone in her voice.

As I slept that night, I had a nightmare of my aunt....dying. She was shaking violently and foaming out the mouth, but I noticed one key thing. The music box. When I awoke the next morning I was off to find more information.

To my dismay, I heard my aunt had been found dead on the ground foaming out the mouth. I was terrified when I discovered this. Had I caused this? I felt the need to know more about my uncle, so I spoke with my other family members.

Remembering my other uncle's, I decided to ask one of them. He sounded terrified as I sapped the info out of them. I assured them they could tell me everything. To this day I still regret saying that. They spilled their guts. I was horrified when the next morning, the phrase was made literal. It couldn't be me...could it?

About a day later I decided to ask one more person about it, my grandma. She was the last person I could turn to. She chatted on about the box and I hung on every last word. As I took the time to write down all the words, I began realizing something... I hadn't seen the music box the past few days. This made my heart stop. The only other person who provided info (even a little) and didn't die.

Pleaing it wasn't who I thought it was on the drive to my parent's house, I knew it was the only thing that made sense. When I arrived to my parents house, the place was in shambles. My dad had been killed, and the music box was gone from the house.

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