The Haunted Music Box

It started off with footsteps and the creaking of floorboards. Then it progressed to random items disappearing and ending up in different places than they were last seen. Next, my family and I, who lived in the house began to see a young woman lingering in a corner. It all started when Papa bought Mama that music box...

The box was quite old, and was bought at a garage sale. When the music box was opened, a tiny ballerina would spin around, and the box would play a pretty song. The man who sold it to Papa seemed very eager to get rid of it. When Papa went to go pay for the box, the man hastily wrapped it old newspaper and handed it back, refusing to accept Papa's money.

On the fourth night that we had it, my baby sister was in her crib sleeping, when suddenly she woke up. She screamed and cried as if someone were torturing her. When mama walked into the nursery, her rocking chair was moving. It didn't bother me, really. Not until mama woke up one morning with scratches. From then on, she never acted like herself. She was always staring off into space...and when you would try to touch her it was like a switch went off. She would break down in tears, or become very mad. It disturbed me. It was unnerving; too strange for me too handle. It was my 12 birthday when she became aggressive. She was a whole different person, and it was terrifying. She scared me. She is still like this. I can't take it any longer. I have found her. She is in the rocking chair. She's...giggling.

She is holding a cleaver, and is sitting there, knife in hand, laughing. She sees me now. She has stopped laughing and stands up. Mama is looking at me with demented eyes, and I don't know what to do. She smiles, and says hello. I call for Papa. Mama tells me that Papa isn't here. She begins walking towards me. It looks like there is blood on the knife she holds at her side. She's coming closer and closer. I'm shaking with fear, she notices, and says not to be afraid. That papa is free now. And that now it's my turn. I scream as she lifts the bloody knife over her head and smiles.