I rummage through the garage in a hurry. I should've cleaned this place years ago. The old owners left it a mess. Nothing really of value except a dusty old music box. I wipe away the dust and open the lid. It was empty, aside from a calm melody and some more dust which I hastily dump into the garden. I haven't a chance to say anything before a hand begins creeping up from the scattered pile. "What in the-" I gasp. *da dum da dum da dum* The drum of a heart rings in my ears as if I am lying my head upon someone's chest. Tears well in my eyes as a humanoid apparition forms above the garden. "Oh dear spirit... whatever have I done?" I whimper, the stench of fire now burning my nose.
