Haunted Mansion - Music Box
This is my entry for stone's Haunted Mansion competition! What's the catch? Make an entry that is exactly 20 seconds long. No more. No less. Similar to 20 Seconds to Kill Stone and other related collaborations. Must contains an item and explain how it's haunted.
Storyboard: 100%
Animation: 0%
Background: 0%
Music/SFX: 100%
Screenshots:
None yet, but it's going to be only one once I get much of it done.
Link to competition right here.
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The first time you've found this item, it was left buried within the floorboards of an abandoned house you've just purchased. The floorboards lead to a tunnel, then to a door with ineligible writings of some sort, possibly a sign of warning or a seal to keep away what's behind it. You struggle to turn away, but something lured you into twisting the rusted knob, like faint music. You open the door and entered a dark room with writings carved into the cold stone walls; from the look of the text, it seems it's written with what seems to be someone's fingernails. You can't make it out as it's been aged since the house's abandonment. The room wreak of rotting flesh, even though there's not a single limb in sight, nor flies for that matter. Only the table, an lit oil lamp, and a antique music box sitting upon the decaying furniture.
You tried to pull yourself away from it; you can feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering like an angry swarm, and your heartbeat racing rapidly, but you can't turn away. You can't even control a single nerve within you. Your temptations has gotten the best of you; your mind screams as a feeble attempt to pull yourself away and shut the door behind you forever. The only thing you can do... is walk forward. With each footstep you take is like being tied to a ball and chain, you gradually walk towards the ominous artifact while you burn in anxiety and a sense of danger. Without realizing, the old door behind you shuts violently. The loud sound fell unto your deaf ears; the only thing you hear is the transparent music notes slowly getting louder as you approach it. The temperature around you drops rapidly with each step; frost has covered the ruined walls as the written text began to turn blood red. The writings itself form into names. Your body shakes in the cold, the sinister chills has raised every single hair follicle on your body.
You've finally reached to the table.
The music stops.
The room fell silent.
With the thrill and temptation linger within your very soul, you lift your forearms up and lean towards the table. Your cold hands grasp onto the wooden lid of the box. You're internally screaming as you try to resist opening the damn thing, but you can't feel any response from your own body. It's too late to turn back. It's too late to reconsider. It's all. Too. Late. You've opened the box.
Surprised, the box only contained a cracked mirror, behind a singular porcelain ballerina; missing both arms and one leg that was suppose to be sticking out. The pink ballerina dress has fallen to a pale lavender color, and the face of the miniature figurine is no longer there. You feel yourself free from the box's grasp; able to gain back control of your own limbs again. Turning back to the box, the ballerina never twirled like it's suppose to, but the music did start playing. You froze in fear as the room around slowly getting darker with each note played on its steel comb. The names on the walls started to secrete red ichor. The enchanting song slowly reached to your ears and began to hear faint laughter. Children's laughter. Then to screams. Your knees fell heavy and plummet to the ground as images start spinning in your head. You see them. The kids. A young girl. An axe. Bodies. You collect to see her carving their names with blood on her hands. You want this imagery to stop, but the laughter and screams has increased in volume. You can't get yourself out of this. The mirror on the box reflects the spirit behind you; pale, smiling, and gripped with a bloody axe in her hands. You want it to stop. Everything has spun out of control as your life's drawing to a sudden close.
She's coming for you.
She wants you to join them.
The only way out of this madness... is Death.
You tried to pull yourself away from it; you can feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering like an angry swarm, and your heartbeat racing rapidly, but you can't turn away. You can't even control a single nerve within you. Your temptations has gotten the best of you; your mind screams as a feeble attempt to pull yourself away and shut the door behind you forever. The only thing you can do... is walk forward. With each footstep you take is like being tied to a ball and chain, you gradually walk towards the ominous artifact while you burn in anxiety and a sense of danger. Without realizing, the old door behind you shuts violently. The loud sound fell unto your deaf ears; the only thing you hear is the transparent music notes slowly getting louder as you approach it. The temperature around you drops rapidly with each step; frost has covered the ruined walls as the written text began to turn blood red. The writings itself form into names. Your body shakes in the cold, the sinister chills has raised every single hair follicle on your body.
You've finally reached to the table.
The music stops.
The room fell silent.
With the thrill and temptation linger within your very soul, you lift your forearms up and lean towards the table. Your cold hands grasp onto the wooden lid of the box. You're internally screaming as you try to resist opening the damn thing, but you can't feel any response from your own body. It's too late to turn back. It's too late to reconsider. It's all. Too. Late. You've opened the box.
Surprised, the box only contained a cracked mirror, behind a singular porcelain ballerina; missing both arms and one leg that was suppose to be sticking out. The pink ballerina dress has fallen to a pale lavender color, and the face of the miniature figurine is no longer there. You feel yourself free from the box's grasp; able to gain back control of your own limbs again. Turning back to the box, the ballerina never twirled like it's suppose to, but the music did start playing. You froze in fear as the room around slowly getting darker with each note played on its steel comb. The names on the walls started to secrete red ichor. The enchanting song slowly reached to your ears and began to hear faint laughter. Children's laughter. Then to screams. Your knees fell heavy and plummet to the ground as images start spinning in your head. You see them. The kids. A young girl. An axe. Bodies. You collect to see her carving their names with blood on her hands. You want this imagery to stop, but the laughter and screams has increased in volume. You can't get yourself out of this. The mirror on the box reflects the spirit behind you; pale, smiling, and gripped with a bloody axe in her hands. You want it to stop. Everything has spun out of control as your life's drawing to a sudden close.
She's coming for you.
She wants you to join them.
The only way out of this madness... is Death.
This is my entry for stone's Haunted Mansion competition! What's the catch? Make an entry that is exactly 20 seconds long. No more. No less. Similar to 20 Seconds to Kill Stone and other related collaborations. Must contains an item and explain how it's haunted.
Storyboard: 100%
Animation: 0%
Background: 0%
Music/SFX: 100%
Screenshots:
None yet, but it's going to be only one once I get much of it done.
Link to competition right here.