posted on Mar, 13 2018 @ 04:20 AM
(This was originally for a story contest.. but it needed 2000 words for submission, and I just couldn't stretch the idea that much without falling
into mindless rambling. Hope you enjoy it!)
The melodic notes of her father's piano drifted across the polished, hardwood floors. An unwelcome illusion. She was all that remained of their once
prestigious line and had not dared touch the cursed instrument since the man's untimely demise. Elizabeth sighed aloud as the ethereal melody sought
entry within the intricacies of her already burdened thoughts, her daydreams at an end as her haunted past prepared to wreak its havoc over her few
She had been entrapped within the endless repetition of a slow and agonising depression, her only escape the wistful dreams she now considered her
reality, and a distinct bitterness rapidly swelled alongside the beats of her heart as the auditory hallucination grew ever louder, a raw cacophony
her forced dreamscape could not quell.
An unsteady hand moved through the tangled waves of her auburn hair, and for the first time in what felt an eternity her cautious gaze slowly drifted
toward the beckoning doorway that lead to her father's sanctuary, the call of the imagined tune too great to resist as it emanated from a room no one
had entered for... she furrowed her brow. She no longer knew. The time that had passed seemed as illusory as her dreams, as the ghostly music that
enshrouded her, as her own life as she contemplated her flawed existence and realised that she was now incapable of separating fantasy from
Her legs trembled beneath the unaccustomed weight of her gaunt frame as she at last stood from the chaise. The living area that accommodated the
seat, that accommodated herself, served as her one refuge within her large, empty home, and with one uncertain foot forward Elizabeth took the first
unlikely step towards a room of regret, of failed hopes, of promises wholly faded.
The polished floorboards were as ice beneath her bare feet, though the chill did little to penetrate years of numbed flesh, and it was only from
habit that she pulled her shift tighter about herself as she made her way to the doorway both inviting and repulsive.
An odd trepidation stirred within as the haunting melody increased in tempo, as the ghostly fingers that played the ethereal tune flew across the
piano keys at speeds faster than any mere mortal could ever hope to accomplish, and she hesitated by the spurned entrance as an unexpected fear surged
through her minute courage and near forfeited her improbable response to a music that should not exist.
The small hairs upon her arms and across her neck stood on end as a chill swept over her, her shiver involuntary as a silence screamed through her...
the music had suddenly stopped; a happening that was as terrifying as it was curious. Evidently her mind had withered over the years spent in a
self-imposed solitude and she did not bother to wipe away the tear that slid down her cheek, the droplet a product of her broken mind and a gift for
The seconds were as hours as Elizabeth stood frozen in place by the daunting doorway that called for her entrance, the notion of the instrument
within an allure that would not be denied, and her thoughts raced as she wondered at what she would see if she were to peer behind that faded corner,
the scent of dust already heavy in her nostrils as a room untouched boasted a neglect that would have outraged her father. Indeed, buried deep within
her innermost soul the knowledge appalled even herself.
“You are being ridiculous.”
The thought was her own but had not formed in her voice as she took a hurried step back, bewildered by the exasperated tones of a far younger woman
that seemed to reverberate in the air around her rather than within the confines of her mind. The voice was familiar but she could not place it
amongst the clouds that swept across her muddled memories, and the rapid pulse of her anxiety increased ever faster as her eyes darted around the room
in search of an apparition that was not there.
The soft, lingering touch of a woman's hand caressed her neck and she spun about, her heart leapt as for the slightest moment she imagined her own
visage return her frightened stare, and she stumbled backwards into the abandoned room, her landing heavy before she jumped, terrified, back to her
Forgotten voices from another time whispered from every corner as she at last laid her fearful eyes upon an instrument long cast side, astonished and
yet not wholly surprised to observe the object devoid of the dust that coated all else in the room, and reluctantly she took a tentative step towards
the piano, the whispering voices hushed as she made her approach.
The keys gleamed beneath the dull sunlight that filtered through the floating expanse of dust and neglect, the faint voices and her inexplicable
fears both silenced as she stared at the relic, her confused thoughts a tangled mess of incomprehensible fragments she could no longer focus upon as
her eyes remained fixated upon her father's piano, until the thoughts simply shattered and vanished into the void.
Her mind was emptied and no longer belonged to her. She did not react to the unexpected plea of her deceased father and instead sat gingerly upon the
bench, her movements automatic as her thin hands lay themselves upon the keys and began to rapidly dance across the clavier.
A music unlike any other flew forth from the soundboard as her elegant fingers performed manoeuvres that were she cognizant she would not have
dreamed possible, as they played an everlasting melody humanly inconceivable to any who might overhear the incredible tune.
The hours transformed into days as Elizabeth sat entranced within her oblivion, the ache of her weary fingers unnoticed as the piano slowly devoured
what remained of her concealed desires and memories. All that survived that belonged to the woman was the fleeting remnant of her inner child, a waif,
an orphan trapped deep within her innermost mind who pounded frantically against transparent walls.
She had been held bound for so long, the once lively girl a prisoner of her lifelong despair and regret, she could not break free no matter how
desperately she tried, and hope began to flee as the soft, tangible notes of the cursed melody gradually infiltrated the safety of her secret environs
and steadily expanded to all reaches. Resigned, the ghostly image of the young child closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable destruction the music
sought to wage.
It was over. The harsh blare of the piano as her limp body fell heavily upon the keys resonated through her and shook her entire body, and with the
haunting melody at an end her fragile figure slipped from the bench and fell upon the floor, almost in a liquid manner as her body collapsed into an
indistinguishable pile of flesh and bone.
Triumphant, the ghosts of the cursed piano slipped into the void. The family line they had been tasked with destroying had at last come to an end;
they had claimed their final victim.