You liked to collect broken music boxes and repair them. You weren't sure why, but it was just a hobby.

So, when you came to London and found an old music box, you just needed to take it back home. And you did.

You just went to grab a screwdriver, yet when you came back, the music box was wide open, singing an eerie, broken tune.

It was creepy, but what made it even worse was that...something, hiding in the darkness of a corner, staring.

Oh God, what did you bring inside your home?