The Cursed Melody

The antique music box in my inherited house played a melody that summoned something I should have left

sleeping. I moved to this forgotten hill town after inheriting a house from a relative

I never knew. The place felt frozen in time, every room thick with dust and shadows

that seemed to watch me move through the halls. In the attic, I found it.

A beautifully carved music box covered in intricate flowers and vines. The moment I touched

it, ice shot through my veins, but curiosity won. I wound the key

and opened it. The melody started soft and haunting. Then the temperature plummeted.

Shadows stretched longer across the walls, and the sweet tune began warping into