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A lone house siɡhs in a nescient neighbourhood, its wallpaper idly cracking as days pass by. The roof slightly jostles in the wind whilst its shingles tremor, abritrarily. People often ignore its presence. Why wouldn't they? It's just an abandoned house. Although, while being 'just an abandoned house', somewhere deep in the remnants of its abandoned quarters rests a hidden treasure, and someone just needed to find it.
It wheezes quietly, the box pressing against it giving way to its own contents. The concertina whistles a haunting melody. The dust in the attic piling atop its frame scattered out into mist. The notes sound more discordant than anything; it was reminiscent of a crying soul, forsaken to the heights of the house. Who knows how long it's gone without being tuned? Its reed replaced? Maybe years, but the probable answer would be decades. Decades without care, left in such a desolate space.
A bat crooned as it landed on the concertina's frame. Well, it wasn't that desolate.
The wind whistled quietly as the niɡht came around, the critters in the house truly findinɡ the darkness a pleasinɡ experience rather than a bad one: a barn owl that resides in the forest over decided to survey the lot; the family of mice under a select stack of crates crawled out, squeakinɡ; and a few moths linɡer by the shininɡ window.