Mother asked Timmy not to go down to the basement of their new home. This of course made Timmy want to venture it even more! He quietly went downstairs when nobody was looking. The basement was dark and stuffy and full of old broken furniture. There was nothing interesting there. Sigh! He started climbing up again when he heard the music. His eyes lighted up!
“Pop goes the weasel! There’s a Jack-in-the-box down here!”
He looked around and found the rusty old box in a corner of the room. “Who turned the crank?” he wondered. The sweet melody went on. He stood there waiting for the jester to pop up. He was so excited!
The music stopped. With a loud BANG the lid flew open and out popped the clown wobbling on the spring! Its black lips curved into a crooked smile as it looked at the boy with bloody eyes.
Timmy fell down in shock and the jester loomed over his small body. A soft cackle filled up the room. The sharp shiny knives glistened murderously in its hands.
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“Timmy! Where are you?” Mother climbed down to the basement, “Are you down here?”
The crank turned itself again.
“Jack-in-the box!” she thought “Timmy must be playing here”
She followed the melody to the corner. She saw the old box.
“Playing hide and seek are we? Come out, come out wherever you are!” she said playfully.
The music stopped, the lid flew open with a BANG and out popped Timmy’s bloody head wobbling on the spring, his lips painted in black…
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Credits to: Rwitzy
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