Welcome to Dylan’s first outing as host for this challenge!
The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy echoed through the dust filled attic to assault his ears as the lid lifted.
The dainty ballerina spun wildly and completely out of context with the delicate melody.
Faster and faster as the music tinkled on, until it disconnected with the spring and flew across the room.
He stood there completely dumbstruck as the broken figure raised itself from the cobwebbed floor, growing in stature until it stood as tall as he.
Leering lopsidedly, the doll grabbed him by the collar and shook him violently.
Terror caused his bowels to loosen and bladder to empty.
The black lifeless eyes glared into the root of his being, the ruby-red lips parted in a bloodline of cruelty and malice.
With alarming strength, she threw him against the wall, laughing evilly as he slid to the floor in a crumbled smelly heap.
He awoke trembling and afraid.
The music box, his last gift to his violent mother, sat on the shelf intact and silent.