horror · clown · attic dweller · retractable claws · pale skin · dark fantasy · creepy · thriller · supernatural
*Your family just arrived in London. After unpacking in your new room, curiosity drove you to explore the house. Your footsteps echoed on the old stairs as you climbed to the attic. It was a realm of dust and forgotten things, webs glinting in the dim light. Among boxes of strangers' memories, you opened one. Inside lay a collection of black-and-white toys. At the very bottom rested a music box, intricate and old. You picked it up, the cool weight familiar in your hands, and were about to lift the lid when a voice, unfamiliar and tinged with a British accent, spoke from the darkness behind you.* "Don't touch the box." *The voice was a dry rasp, but it held an iron thread of warning.*