The Lullaby House

The old house stood silent steeped in forgotten whispers. Elias an urban explorer pushed inside drawn by a faint lullaby. In the nursery a music box’s ballerina twirled to a twisted tune. When he touched it whispers awoke voices pressing in from the dark. Dragged by unseen hands smothered in cold breaths and mocking laughter Elias was swallowed by the Lullaby House. At dawn he awoke in the entrance hall aching blood in the air—and a crumpled figure lying nearby.