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Sweet Melody
#WritcoStoryPrompt21
'My dear child,
I know you had your doubts about your birth. I couldn't tell you while I was alive so I left you this letter.
Your parents have lived...my God, thirty-six years... thirty-six years that this secret is imprisoned in the darkest depths of my mind... screaming its fury, so violently that every day was a struggle not to let myself be won by madness!
You remember, I am sure, that ruined shack a few hundred yards from old Willie Patterson's barn. Legend has it that it was haunted by the Devil himself... So it wasn't very difficult to forbid you to go near it, nobody dared to go near it... or even talk about it... He thought that the house was alive... a melody escaped there day and night, like a music box, so soft that it was...
'My dear child,
I know you had your doubts about your birth. I couldn't tell you while I was alive so I left you this letter.
Your parents have lived...my God, thirty-six years... thirty-six years that this secret is imprisoned in the darkest depths of my mind... screaming its fury, so violently that every day was a struggle not to let myself be won by madness!
You remember, I am sure, that ruined shack a few hundred yards from old Willie Patterson's barn. Legend has it that it was haunted by the Devil himself... So it wasn't very difficult to forbid you to go near it, nobody dared to go near it... or even talk about it... He thought that the house was alive... a melody escaped there day and night, like a music box, so soft that it was...
