Lena's new home had a reputation. Locals whispered of its history, but she didn't believe in ghosts. One night, she awoke to a faint lullaby, echoing through the halls. Following the sound, she reached the attic door, which creaked open. Inside, a dusty cradle rocked on its own. A cold hand clutched her wrist, and a child's voice whispered, "Stay with me." Terror froze her, but she yanked free, fleeing downstairs. The next morning, she found the cradle in her living room, and the chilling lullaby played once more, the voice now insistent, "Stay with me forever."