A happy little music box

   This, was one of the creepiest of all creepy, that I have experienced so far. In my grandma's basement (she lives in an old mansion) one of the walls is made completely of mirror, because it there was a dance studio down there. There is also a really really old music box, the kind that has a merry-go-round and has an old scrapy toon. It was a clear night, no storm, nothing to shake the house. My cousin and I were just playing with some dolls (it was years ago, okay?) down in the dance studio when all of the sudden the music box started going all by itself. There was no way that was not something paranormal, because it was pretty hard to wind up, and we were the only ones down there. We just thought it was molly. The doll--which, no, because dolls aren't alive and that would be even creepier than a ghost. But, now, I am posative it was a ghost. My grandma's house has a severe haunting, and I'm sure of it. There is an eerie old grey room on the top floor with lace curtains and an old mirror. It has turn-of-the-century pictures of people. I can't be in that room for hardly a minute. The strong presence is so overwhelming that it practically forces you out. The minute you walk in you feel the sheer pain and fear that somebody spent their last moments in this room. And that room, those pictures, are of the person who owned the music box.