They dangle from the eaves and make beautiful music in the wind. Long, slender bits of metal jangling against each other. They are tied to the bottom of a dreamcatcher, twirling and dancing and spinning.
And the music they produce — such a thing has never been heard. The notes are random, true, but they still sing out an almost supernatural tone. The music draws in wildlife from all around the surrounding area — squirrels, raccoons, possums, deer, even the odd human. The music attracts life — and then drains the life out of what it brings near.
There are skeletons littering the ground beneath the wind chimes. Bones of every type and variety. Most of them are animal, but some of them are larger, some of them are human. Because the music of the chimes cannot be denied, it can only be embraced, and once done, it will keep you until you have starved to death. These chimes, the range of their music, have created a death zone, and their tone reaches a fair distance away.
