Something work her up with a jolt. Something didn’t feel right, but she couldn’t tell what. She sat up, carefully looking to see if someone was there. Her sister was asleep in her bed on the other side of the room, with their dog sleeping on a pillow by the window. She quietly crept out of the room. She could hear her parents snoring, the ticktock of their grandfather clock, and the piano was being played.
Everyone was asleep, so there had to be someone in the house. She carefully grabbed the gun that her mother kept in the closet in case someone came in, and snuck down the stairs. The piano was almost directly in front of the stairs, with the bench facing away from the stairs.
But there was no one there. The piano was playing on it’s own. She didn’t know what made her sit at the bench, but she was sitting in the center of the bench watching the keys.
She sat up with a jolt. She felt the tubes pull her back to the bed. She steadied her breathing as the heart monitor beeped out of control. Her nurse ran in and asked,