You found a old music box in your basement. It clearly meant something to someone once, seeing as how well taken care of it is despite the lairs of dust caking over it. But when you clean it up and take it to your room and begin to lull off to sleep, music starts to fill the air. The box lid opens without your help, the mechanisms wind up without a key, and the music plays on its own as the air of the room grows colder and the echoes of laughter begin to follow each note...

Original song written and composed by me