An old, rusted jack-in-the-box, its tin body dented and covered in peeling circus designs. The handle grinds loudly when turned, playing a distorted lullaby. When it pops open, a grotesque puppet with oversized eyes and an impossibly wide grin springs out, its fabric-covered hands reaching forward unnaturally. Its head slowly tilts, watching whoever opened it.

Lifelike stone statue of a bald, expressionless man with sunken eyes and an unsettling grin. Skin carved unnaturally smooth, with faint veins etched across the surface. Hands hang stiffly at his sides, fingers slightly curled. Bare feet rest flat on a polished base with no inscription. The gaze feels too direct, as if watching

Stone statue of the Grim Reaper, tall and lean with skeletal features exposed beneath a flowing, smooth robe. The skull is finely detailed with deep eye sockets and a twisted grin. One bony hand grips a long, flawless scythe, the blade sharp and clean. Robe clings tightly to the ribs, unnaturally pristine. No moss, no weathering—unnervingly intact

Weathered stone graveyard statue, cracked and moss-covered. Angel with broken wings, eyes hollow and face eroded by time. Hands clasped in prayer, robe tattered and draped in vines. Base chipped, names unreadable. A crow rests on the shoulder, adding eerie contrast. Marble faded to gray

Vintage Radio: retro 1950s aesthetics , gloss back and sides , clean gloss top and bottom on the front 2 knobs and screen round buttons

Rusted 70s Fridge: Old refrigerator, 1970s, rusted edges, peeling avocado green paint, dented metal, scratched chrome handles, faded textured surface, tarnished logo, thick dust, mid-century modern, worn-out appliance, retro decay, dimly lit, nostalgic

A shadowy being with a semi-transparent body, constantly shifting between solid and mist-like states. Its hands stretch unnaturally long, fingers sharp like talons. It hovers silently, watching, its form flickering in and out of focus. Its core glows faintly with an eerie, unholy light. Game-ready, subtle transparency effects, and otherworldly ambiance.

A vintage metal toy airplane, its silver surface tarnished and covered in scratches. The propeller spins on its own without wind, and the tiny painted-on windows seem to shift slightly, as if something inside were moving. The wheels leave faint trails of blood on any surface it’s placed on, but only for a few seconds before they fade. If thrown into the air, it hovers briefly before dropping, as if resisting gravity.

A ceremonial dagger with a gleaming ruby embedded in its silver hilt. The blade is smooth, blackened steel with faint, gold-inscribed symbols running down its length. The handle is wrapped in deep red leather, soft but firm. Despite its metallic sheen, the blade never reflects the full image of its surroundings—only vague, distorted shapes. The ruby glows faintly in the dark, as if absorbing the surrounding light instead of reflecting it.