"Alright Mrs. Liken when did your fear of music boxes start?" My sociologist asked.
"Well.. It started the day my daughter came home with that cursed black music box from the goodwill"
"Mom! I'm home!" My daughter called out from downstairs.
"Okay dear" I yelled back I heard her walking up the stairs.
"I got a music box at goodwill look." She said holding up an old black music box.
"I thought you didn't like music boxes.." I said getting a strange feeling while looking at it.
"Well.." She paused. "It called to me." She continued looking at the music entranced.
"It looks kind of old. Does it even work?" I said trying to understand what was so special about this music box.
"Yeah!" She said excitedly as she set it down on my dresser and turned the crank. As she finished it played a slow chilling tune that seemed to grasp her attention and she wouldn't look away from the box until the song finished. After it did she reached to crank it again before I stopped her by grabbing her arm lightly. "Why don't we take it back dear that music box is rather chilling don't you think..?"
"NO! We can't take it back. Its mine and you can't take it away from me." She said aggressively.
"Alright.. Take it to your room then..." I said looking worried as she picked it up and walked impatiently to her room and closed the door in a hurry.
