Dark Poems and Short Writings

Music Box (Short Story)

I suggest listening to the song and reading: 

Midnight, not a sound to be heard, warm in your bed you lay silently falling into a deep sleep. In your dream it is pitch black, only a single small window allowing the slightest bit of moonlight shine down upon a small wooden box. You take a step forward and as you do a single note of music plays and echoes through the endless darkness. Each step is a new note, you reach the box and gently pick it up holding it towards the sliver of moonlight shining through. You slowly wind the knob and place the box back down, It makes no music, not a sound or creek. You take a step back another note of music plays, you step back towards the box. Slowly opening the top, seeing a skeleton bride and groom seemingly about to dance. Yet nothing, not a single note of music or twist of the two. You leave the top open and step back once more, it moved and another note of music played. You finally realize that the music and figures will only dance if you do as well, you carefully step around the dark bone chilling pitch black floor. As you step a whole array of music and movement from the bone figures happened. The music plays on and the figures move as you begin to dance as the figures dance, imagining you're dancing with the one you love. You feel as though you're becoming tired yet you continue to dance. As the music continues you see a shadow of a person dancing with you, holding your hand and twirling you around. As your dance becomes close to the end you notice you are dancing with a bony skeleton figure. You look at yourself and see that you now are wearing the dress, the same dress the bride in the box wore. You look at your arm and body then you turn your head and see in the mirror that wasn't there before. You. You're are in the music box dancing with the groom dancing to the tune. The top slowly creaks shut and the sliver of light that once came from the moon. Was now gone.

The one thing you didn't know was, this was never a dream and that once the box shut, you and the box were never to be seen again. Some people say that is it's dark enough and the moon is dull you can still hear the music covering the shrills from the girl trying to get out. But I mean after all this is just a story right. 

By~Moonlight Lane