The Music Box
In the late 1900s there a young child who lived with his family in Germany and he’d lived with his grandparents for his parent’s had died in a car accident, Bernard was only four when his parents died they were on the way to see the circus which was his favorite thing to do when an evil looking creature came out of nowhere jumped out in front of the car and was carrying a music box after jumping out in front of the road this demon like creature disappeared into the music box Bernard’s parents swerved to get out of the way and truck hit them dead on killing his parent’s instantly. Bernard unbuckled himself and got out of the car and he saw the music box on the ground, he picked up and turned the key that made go and it played a lovely tune. He took that music box hit in his jacket and sat by a tree and cried. Bernard was only left with scratches and was lost without his parents; he was alone for the first time in his life. He sat that there all day and night cold, hungry, and alone, there on the road was a kind stranger passing by in car and saw the little boy, he gets out of the car and asked what happened, “little boy? A man is gruff voice said. Are you okay? Do you need help son? The little awoke feeling confused. Hello. Can you help me? My parents died and I’m all alone. I need to tell my grandparents what happened. The little boy explained. Ok the stranger said. Get into my car and I’ll take you to your grandparents. Bernard got up and followed this kind stranger he’d had been an older gentleman that reminded of his grandfather except for this man had a golden glow all around him as if he were heavenly. Him and this kind stranger drove the boy’s grandfather which was in the town of Gruen it was a beautiful little town a clock known the glockenspiel where it chimed every day and had the prettiest tune when it chimed. His grandparents lived right in between the bakery and the old locksmith in a cute little German cottage. When the stranger and Bernard arrived in town, they drove slowly so Bernard could pick out the house he always thought of the smells of the bakery and the friendly locksmith who was always out sweeping and would wave to you as you passed by. “We’re here! Bernard announced excitedly. The stranger stops and lets the boy out, Bernard looks at him and cocks his head to the side. You’re not coming? He queried. No, son I can’t come with you but I’ll always be watching over you. Bernard looked at this man and for a second, he swore he saw his dad, had his father been this kind stranger that had helped him? Or was it truly just a kind stranger trying to help? He stuttered out the word D-a-d-d-y? But it was too late the stranger and the car was already gone. Confused, Bernard makes his way to his grandparents’ house. He knocked on their door praying they would be home. His grandmother who was old and sweet came to the door. “ Bernard? What are you doing here alone, how did you get here? His grandmother asked. His grandfather came into the kitchen holding a pipe in his mouth, it smelled of cherries. Mammy and Pappy? Something terrible has happened to mommy and daddy. Bernard explained. Come in son and tell us all about it. His grandparents replied. His grandmother picked up and embraced his in a warm loving hug, she smelled of bread and fresh baked cookies. Bernard inhaled the scent of his grandmother as it brought him comfort. Now son, son tell us what happened. His grandfather said. Well, Mammy and Pappy, Mommy, I and Daddy were driving to the circus and a demon like creature came out of nowhere holding a music box, and it jumped in front of the car, daddy swerved and an oncoming truck hit us killing Mommy and Daddy I tried waking them up but they didn’t; and then a kind stranger out of nowhere came and saved me and brought me to you. Son, where is the music box? I have with me in my jacket. It was very old it looked like it from the late 1800s and played creepy music and it had a clown that spun around it was so creepy looking but Bernard loved it. His grandparents took one look at it and it gave them the shivers and didn’t like one bit. The grandparents took in Bernard and he lived in his grandparents’ cottage. Bernard played with the music box every day and carried it with him everywhere he went. One night he was playing with the music box in his room and he was turning the key to make go when it began to make growling noises, Bernard dropped it because so scared and before he knew it a demon like creature came out; he could see its shadow forming on the wall it was hideous and scary, first it turned into a mist like form before morphing into a full blown demon. Bernard was so scared he peed himself, he could feel the pee trickle down his leg, wetting his pants, and he began crying uncontrollably and unable to move. As it came closer to the boy, Bernard noticed that it the same demon that killed his parents and it now possessed the music box. His beloved music box, the music box he found comfort in when his parents died, he played with it every day. Now he hated the music box, now it seemed so scary. The demon creeped closer to him, he tried to scream but nothing came out but a tiny squeak, he tried to run, but he couldn’t move. Finally, he let out loud scream, loud enough to scare his grandparents who were sitting and talking in the living room; they ran when they heard their grandson scream. They tried to open the door but it seemed to be stuck or locked they pounded on it begging their grandson to open it. “Open the door son! The boy’s grandfather yelled. I’m trying Pappy but I can’t! Bernard yelled back. His grandfather ran to get his toolbox and came back took a hammer and pulled out the nails to his grandson’s door. His grandmother waited frantically worried for her precious grandson. Mammy help me!!!!” Bernard shouted. The was opened and the grandparents rushed in and to their surprise they saw a creepy demon. It rushed at the grandparents, his grandfather stood in between the demon protecting his wife and grandchild, he waved his cane at the demon but it only angered it; the demon growled and let out a long evil hiss, picked up the grandfather and throwing him into the wall, He hit hard and hollered in pain as he fell hard into a lump on the floor. The little boy ran over to his grandfather frantically shaking him trying so desperately to wake him, but he wouldn’t wake up. The demon lunged at his grandmother wrapping his long, creepy, hands around her throat, the boy who was quite angry lunged at the demon with such strength that he knocked it down. The demon grew angrier and vicious and came the grandmother he picked her up took his hand reached into her chest and ripped her heart out and ate it in front of the grandson and smiled evilly. The little boy cried “NOOOO!” The demon threw his grandmother against the wall and she fell into a bloody pile unto the floor. He lost everyone he had ever loved, his parents, his grandparents. He was alone. No little boy should be alone at the age of four, and his was an orphan. The demon was still in the room and Bernard just sat there by his grandparents and cried and cried. In the corner of the room there was a warm, golden, glow and there appeared that same kind stranger that saved him, except it was angel and looked like his father, his father had been his guardian angel this whole time. Something in the room made him turn his head and look into the corner of the room; there he saw a golden glow and there was an angel with a halo over its head and it was holding a sword. The demon was about to lunge at the little boy but they angel stood in front of the little boy protecting him. The demon and angel fought, they fought for hours until the demon was defeated. The angel stabbed it, condemned it back to hell then smashed the music box to pieces and ripping out the clown and stomping on it, it waved its hand and it disappeared. The little boy ran to angel wrapping his arms around it. “Thank you for saving me not only once, but twice. You’re welcome little the angel said. For a second the angel changed forms and turned into the boy’s father and there behind his father was his mother they had watching over them the whole time, guarding him. We have contacted family in the next town over, you are no longer alone son. The boy hugged his parents one last time and watched them disappear, he watched them fly into the clouds and they were gone. There in the clouds, Bernard could see two angels and he knew. That very night his aunt and uncle came to pick him up and they packed his things and left. The next week they had two funerals one for his parents and another for his grandparents as the service begins, Bernard could see his parents and grandparents in the distance watching and they waved and then disappeared, but they have been gone but Bernard knew that his parents, and grandparents were his guardian angels and were always watching over him.