The Piano

Carey lived with his parents in an old, fancy mansion. His father was mostly in his office working and his mom would be out shopping or with her friends. Carey would mostly be alone at home. He didn't mind it, although he wished to spend more time with his family from time to time. 

On Carey's 5th birthday he received a piano by mail. For some unknown reason the name of the person that mailed it wasn't there. Carey didn't like it that much. Ever since he got it he had nightmares. He would also often hear the piano playing at random times when no one was there. One day, he sat on his seat to play the piano when he felt something. 

When he looked down he saw a hand tightly grabbing his leg. He screamed in fear. The hand was trying to pull him down. He ran after managing to liberate himself in some way. He talked to his parents, but they just laughed and told him to get rest. At night, he snuck out of bed and tip-toed towards the living room. The room was quite fancy with golden and white colors and the piano was placed next to flowery curtains. 

He shook in fear as he saw a man dressed in an old suit sitting on the sofa. The man's hands were looking as if they were about to jump off and -- they did! The hands crept towards the piano and started playing it.   Carey was terrified and didn't notice his scream. The "man" did a 360° turn with his head to look at the young frightened boy. 

The boy screamed for the very last time before his voice was never to be heard again. The parents have died and the piano is at an antique shop.

 Some people still hear the piano playing at night, these people mostly being young boys.

~ The End ~