Becky is staying with her parents, after an acrimonious breakup, when her bedroom cupboard starts singing to her in the middle of the night. As she investigates she finds a long forgotten heirloom, bequeathed to her by her great great aunt Rosalind years ago. Things get really weird and kind of creepy when it starts to talk. Written for the Open Novella Contest II - since I had such fun last year. This is for Fantastical Stories, prompt #8 - check out the author's notes for a complete run down.
12 parts