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                                                  Chat Short Story Chat Log: Two friends log into their own chat log channel to discuss an antique music box that has been passed down through generations. They say that the box is cursed and carries the souls of every family member who has passed on, but one rule is to never engage with the box because you can be tricked into giving your soul away to the evil Gin that lives within the walls of the box.  Anna: Hey, did you ever learn more about the music box your mother left you? Jake: Uh, not really... My mom told me she got it from her mother, so it has been in the family for a long time. I find it very creepy, though.  Anna: Really? What makes it creepy? Jake: The box sits on my dresser untouched, and around 3 AM, it will start playing a lullaby.  Anna:  Wow! Really? ...

       With family and other obligations of survival, her bright pages turned black. The writer of horror and true crime always loved her words hitting the page and sharing her thoughts, but as of late, the only mystery she solved was lurking sleepless nights due to chronic pain and planning kids' games, and with that, her notebooks were collecting dust, and her voice went silent.  Silence does not last forever.      In the corner of her room, the old pages and books sat patiently waiting for new words to be written. One morning, when she awoke, she saw some words on a page that she did not remember writing, but she thought nothing of it. The days have been nothing but jumbled together, so maybe she wrote them herself and doesn't remember.       There were chilling accounts of crimes and horror that she never researched herself that mirrored recent news. The victims mentioned were ones that she had never even heard of… until sh...