You hesitantly, took in the mysterious little jukebox that appeared on the railing of your front porch. You carried it cautiously, quietly stepping into your dining area, and sitting the small, scratched up box on the counter. You stare at it, waiting for anything to happen. That feeling never went away, though nothing was seen nor heard from the toy.

Though, it's what wasn't coming from the toy is what worried you. Your eyes grow wide as you hear footsteps in your living area.