The music box

Chapter 3""

Jen ran to her mother, still trying desperately to catch her breath. "mom the house is creepy I refuse to live in there"
Finally after minutes of begging jen got her mother to go inside the house. The odd part was that the door opened with ease and the inside of the home was flawless. Everything looked new, and that was the part that scared jen the most.
"You see there is nothing in here, its actually pretty nice in here." The mother said sweetly. "Now go up to your room and unpack. Just to avoid any other excuses your room is upstairs on the right."
Jen then following her mother's orders and slowly crept up the stairs, took a right and found the door. The door was already open so jen slipped into her "new room" (quote things cause its new to jen, but the room is old). The room had an elegant feel to it, well at least to jen. She then proceded to walk around and feel the satin curtains, as jen's eyes slowly drifted to a small music box in the corner of the room. 
The oak music box was decorated with little red hearts, and painted white. Jen wanted for some reason to hold it and wind it up. So ever so slowly jen crept over to the music box, it was as if it was calling to jen. " wind me up, hear me sing..." and all it did was power jen on to hold it. Finally jen had reached it, she eagerly picked it up. In the process she had completly missed the note that had landed at her feet. Jen just wanted to wind up the music box and here the sweet sound she was sure it would sing. In one quick motion jen had winded the music box up, in return the little ballarina dancer shot up moving in circles as the tune played.
Soon enough jen started to feel like the balleriena, she wanted to dance to the hypnotic tune. Jumping up she started to twirl around like the ballireana while gracefully pulling of the white covers to the furniture. It was then that she heard an odd sound, when she looked all she saw was a note written in a red substance.

  
"If you are reading this it means that you should go, run as far as you can. You must get as far away as you can. It will be here ln the first strock of twelve. It will come for you, you are know a target and soon to be victim of the music box...

Jen's world started to spin. She gasped," the first stroke of midnight". Dong, dong.
Her world went blank... 

Jen awoke in a dark room much like her own room. The floor boards were decaying as were the now moldy bed sheets. The only light came from a dusty flickering dim light on the dresser.

Jen slowly took in her surrounding, realizing that the music box was open and on the end of the bed. Jen frozen in fear was unable to scream or move as the little delicate ballerina inched her way out of the box. Her little porcelain face covered in dirt and blood. It was then that Jen heard it, "1234, i'm  crawling up your bed"

Just before it touched Jen her world again went black...