The antique music box sat on the dusty shelf, its porcelain ballerina frozen mid-twirl. Sarah found it in her grandmother's attic, its melody a haunting tune that seemed to beckon her closer. Intrigued, she wound the key, and the music filled the room. As the music played, Sarah felt a strange unease, a sense of being watched. The room grew colder, and shadows began to move on their own. The ballerina in the music box seemed to shift, her painted e

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