In the moonlit stillness, Sarah heard a faint lullaby echoing through her new home. Ignoring the unsettling melody, she drifted to sleep. Each night, the haunting tune grew louder, creeping into her dreams. One evening, compelled by dread, she followed the ghostly melody to the basement. There, an old music box played on its own, its rusted key turning in an invisible hand. As she approached, the music abruptly stopped. The shadows gathered, whispering secrets. Suddenly, the room plunged into darkness. Sarah felt icy fingers on her neck, whispering the lullaby in her ear. The music box resumed, and she vanished forever.
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