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The Haunted Piano

 

October 31, 1968:

“Now, Lilith Henderson playing ‘Moonlight,’” the announcer called.

I stepped on stage, my white dress following behind me. I tucked it beneath me and sat down. The keys felt as if they weren’t even there as I laid my fingers down on them. Just breathe. My hands moved swiftly across the keys, playing loud then soft, then loud again. I finished with an A minor chord and took a bow.

As everyone started to file out of the large auditorium, I stayed. Something wasn’t right about this piano. The keys weren’t there, I was sure of it. I didn’t feel a thing when I pressed my fingers down. Soon, the room was empty except for me. I dragged my fingers along the ghost-like keys.

“Tee-hee!” A small giggle echoed throughout the room. 

“Who’s there?!”

“Come find me!” the voice called. “Over here!”

Slowly and steadily, I lifted the top of the huge grand piano.

“You found me!” a little girl said. A small, transparent girl flew out of the piano and soared through the room. She laughed again, but it was not a nice laugh. “Guess what?” she said with an evil grin. “It’s your turn!” She flew toward me. 

“No! I don’t want to play!” But she didn’t care. She grabbed both my arms and soared around the room. She twirled me in the air. Finally, she let go. I was soaring through the air, and face-planted into the piano. She smacked her hands together as if she had just finished a long, hard job. She flew toward me at maximum speed. Suddenly, she stopped. Hovering over me, her stringy hair hung next to my face. 

“Thanks! And don’t be surprised if no one finds you for a while.” She flew out laughing and the piano top slammed over me. 

“Help! Somebody help me!” I screamed, banging on the piano, but no one heard.

 

October 31, 2018:

This was it. The strings tickled my back as a song played. This was my moment. I had to get out. I giggled, attracting anyone who listened. The cover opened slowly and I was ready, but it was her. It was the girl I let out so many years ago. Her stringy hair hung in front of her face. Grinning evilly, she slammed the cover back down. In that moment, I knew I would be here forever.

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