posted on Oct, 24 2016 @ 07:01 PM
Real life, first person, Halloween tale.
I rented an old house many years ago, a farm house, built of field stone, with walls two feet wide and crooked as stones go. The ceilings were low,
one would bump into the beams if too tall.
An old house, as far as it was known the original foundation was more than three hundred years.
I loved the fact that it was so old and remote with out street lights. Named Torsted. (Thors place, translated.)
Several thing happened there but this tale is the oddest.
I had been there a few days, to wake up one morning to the tunes of a piano playing .
Still very much asleep I just listened, thinking I was dreaming, but it continued as I opened my eyes and saw blue sky and sunlight. Sitting up I
assumed it would float away, still thinking I was dreaming.
But as I became wide awake the tunes floated to me from across the kitchen.
I wanted to see this. So I sneaked towards the living room, but as I peered through the door the sound seized.
The room was silent.
And I had no piano.
This proceeded to occur until I had a priest bless the house. The piano was fine but the other visitors were less attractive.