Don’t Play That Music Again
“So how does this work?”
“It doesn’t. The legend goes that music box only played two times. The first, its owners hanged themselves. The second time, everyone at a wedding felt ill and collapsed.”
“Legend, huh?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Well, that’s kind of creepy but that’s exactly the kind of thing my wife is into so she’s going to love it. How much for it?”
“You can have it for free.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Happy as he could be, Alan got in the car and resumed his trip. It was 5 pm sharp. Still three hundred miles to go before he could finally rest in the arms of his loving family.
At half past six, the music box opened.
The fire is still burning.
