Well, they say there was once an old woman who lived on her own in the woods near Belkend. A kind gentle woman who just so happened to be in possession of a vast wealth left to her by her late husband. Despite her wealth she lived simply and often was known to give away some of her fortune to those who needed it more than her. Needless to say, there were many who envied her for the money she possessed and more than a few who sought to make it their own through some dark means.
One stormy night a young man came knocking at her door. He seemed to be injured and too weak to make it all the way to Belkend on his own. Sympathetic to his plight the old woman took the man in and offered him a place to stay for the night until she could call a doctor over in the morning. Unfortunately her sympathy was her downfall as when her back was turned the man drew a knife from his boot and slit her throat, putting a cruel end to her life. Searching her house he found where she stored her riches and took as much as he could carry. But the storm was still raging on outside and he knew he'd never make it to Belkend on his own in such conditions, so the vagrant buried the woman's body beneath the floor boards and decided to wait there in her house until the storm broke.
Late in the night he was awoken by the sound of a music box playing. Armed with his knife he followed the source, afraid that someone had come into the house while he was asleep and was trying to take the rest of the treasure. The music was coming from the old woman's bedroom where there lay an ornate music box, open and playing its mournful tune. But there was no sign of anybody having been in the room or in the house.
Not convinced, the man closed the both and searched the room, but there truly was no one there. And just as he went to leave the room... the music box began playing again.
Only this time when he turned around, it was closed. Suddenly he felt a cold chill go down his spine. Something was behind him. He slowly turned around...
And found himself face to face with the old woman's ghost. Only death had not been kind on her -- she was horribly mutilated, her open throat still spilling blood down her ghostly form and onto the floor, and this time she was the one holding the knife.
A boy who had gone to visit the old woman was the first to witness the sight the next morning. The man had been ripped apart as if by a monster, nothing more than a bloody mass of flesh and entrails. The woman's body was found and put to rest and the house was torn down, her wealth divided for the house of various charities.
But sometimes, people in Belkend report hearing an old mournful music box tune floating on the wind at night... One that sounds much like the one we're hearing now.
One stormy night a young man came knocking at her door. He seemed to be injured and too weak to make it all the way to Belkend on his own. Sympathetic to his plight the old woman took the man in and offered him a place to stay for the night until she could call a doctor over in the morning. Unfortunately her sympathy was her downfall as when her back was turned the man drew a knife from his boot and slit her throat, putting a cruel end to her life. Searching her house he found where she stored her riches and took as much as he could carry. But the storm was still raging on outside and he knew he'd never make it to Belkend on his own in such conditions, so the vagrant buried the woman's body beneath the floor boards and decided to wait there in her house until the storm broke.
Late in the night he was awoken by the sound of a music box playing. Armed with his knife he followed the source, afraid that someone had come into the house while he was asleep and was trying to take the rest of the treasure. The music was coming from the old woman's bedroom where there lay an ornate music box, open and playing its mournful tune. But there was no sign of anybody having been in the room or in the house.
Not convinced, the man closed the both and searched the room, but there truly was no one there. And just as he went to leave the room... the music box began playing again.
Only this time when he turned around, it was closed. Suddenly he felt a cold chill go down his spine. Something was behind him. He slowly turned around...
And found himself face to face with the old woman's ghost. Only death had not been kind on her -- she was horribly mutilated, her open throat still spilling blood down her ghostly form and onto the floor, and this time she was the one holding the knife.
A boy who had gone to visit the old woman was the first to witness the sight the next morning. The man had been ripped apart as if by a monster, nothing more than a bloody mass of flesh and entrails. The woman's body was found and put to rest and the house was torn down, her wealth divided for the house of various charities.
But sometimes, people in Belkend report hearing an old mournful music box tune floating on the wind at night... One that sounds much like the one we're hearing now.
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Really? You've gotta be kidding...!
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You don't look old.
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