Psychopathia melody

"Are you staying here? I'm afraid to fall asleep ...", a little girl with black eyes looked up at her mother pleadingly.
Her hands were folded on the blanket, they were trembling, just like her whole body was trembling with fear.
"Honey, I can't be with you all the time. But look, I'll turn on your toy watch, then you can definitely sleep better."
The mother went to the bedside table by the bed and opened a small carousel with white horses with a key, then put it back down.

Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm --- Damm.

The sound of the little play box created a trance-like waking state in her.
The surroundings began to blur, and low voices, as if from far away, reached her ear.
Everything turned in the melancholy rhythm of the toy watch, the colors only clumped together into a colorful, viscous mass.
Hands suddenly touched her, but she hardly felt it, she only felt the feeling of distance, the feeling of being very far away.It seemed to her that she was no longer in her body, but somewhere else.
Detached from herself, she drifted further and further towards the music, and further and further away.

Finely carved toy horses appeared in front of the little girl's nut-brown eyes and cast a spell over her.
They stopped, paused in their movements so that the girl could take a closer look at the horses.
They seemed to glow magically and call her to her, magical like this strange music she could hear.
Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm --- Damm.
Movement broke over the wooden horses. They tumbled around the girl in a circle, getting closer and closer with the intensity of the music.
Attracted by the sight of the white creatures, she watched the horses move. They looked so alive, even though they were just objects.
Whiern- the girl was frightened.
Hoof trampling - she slowly backed away.
An uneasy feeling slowly rose in her. A feeling that was oppressive at the same time and got stronger and stronger.She didn't know where it came from.
She didn't know why this feeling was there.
She didn't know what to connect it to.
But it was there.
Something deep inside her wanted to scream out in fear and run away.
Yes, she couldn't.
The longing for the horses was too great.
Fascinated, she looked into the carved, black painted eye, this white, perfect creature.
It was cold and empty. Without emotions, without interest in them or in the environment. Not alive and enchanted, but cursed death.

The girl flinched and the horses' beauty faded to reveal a horror.
Slowly the layer of wood peeled off the bodies of the strange creatures.
Tendons, torn flesh hung in torn shreds from their bodies. The flesh on the head had sunken and two dark holes stared at the frightened girl.
With every movement, the animals lost blood until the ground was covered with wet red.Whiern- it sounded like the cry of death.
Hoof trampling - just a crunching sound of breaking bones.

Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm --- Damm.
The melody grew louder, and with it the horses drew closer and closer to the girl.
Bones cracked, poked through the rotting flesh of these animals, and tore off large chunks.
The floor was covered with blood and scraps of skin.
Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm— Damm.
They came closer and closer, the music got louder and louder.
Always closer- Always louder.
Always closer- Always louder.
Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm --- Damm.
The girl panicked.
The stench fogged her and made her stumble back and forth.
The melody thundered and pounded down on them, almost crushing them.
Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm --- Damm
Sweat of fear ran down the little girl's forehead.
She could hardly breathe in because the foul smelling smell cut off her air.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the horses running towards her.Just before her it reared up. His hooves, broken by broken bones, descended on her before her eyes ...

Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm --- Damm.

Tears fell from the girl's eyes.
Weeping she called for her mother. But she didn't come.
In the darkness with the lantern light from outside, the horses of the toy clock took on demonic traits.
With a wave of her hand she threw the toy box off her table.

Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm, Damm- Dimm --- Damm.

The last sounds of the toy watch went out crooked and broken.


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By: Dimi