Short Stories

The Music Box

I have this music box that was passed down many generations in my family. It plays beautiful music, I usually play it at night when I go to bed it helps me sleep.

Every night at exactly 10 pm when the music box plays my curtains flap and outside the souls of powerful people who once lived come up from the ground to dance, I love watching them dance.

At about 5 am the souls slowly fade away as they yell and cry because they have to be trapped back into there prison which we humans call the ground. I make sure to play the music box every night at 9:59 pm so I can watch the souls come back out to dance.

They don't see or hear me but I can see and hear them. Watching them dance from night to morning warms me inside. I also love watching them fade away. The music box is there only time of freedom but one day the music box will break and the souls will be put back into there prison forever, no freedom, no happiness, just prison.