You were sitting by your backyard pool at night. It was so foggy out, you could hardly see anything.

But you most certainly heard something. It was a jingling melody of “pop goes the weasel” coupled with a music box being wound. As the music grew louder, manic giggling was also heard. And then you saw her shuffling out of the fog. A female zombie, giggling crazily in a straitjacket and clutching a jack-in-the-box. Her hands wound it as if she was going to die if she didn’t.

This Jack-in-the-Box Zombie came closer and closer until she stood inches away from you. Then she shakily muttered, voice filled with maddening love.

“M-my darling… b-brainz… I… I have present for you… if… if I stop winding, it goes… KABOOM!!! H-hehehehehe~ s-so… you need to stay with me… as mine~ or I let go of the crank~”

she manically giggles as if she lost her mind, which she had.