Eve and Timothy

Chapter 4: Piano

I woke up. It was the second morning of my stay at Vancomb. It was strange. I felt as though I had adapted to the new town quickly. I went down stairs and ate a little bit of Grandma's breakfast. It was pancakes and sausages. 

I scarfed my food down, I was anxious to go back to the bike. I ran out of the door and quickly arrived. I slowed down when I saw Timothy sitting down sketching something. He was leaning against a tree. I came from behind him and looked over him. He was sketching a person, I couldn't tell who it was yet. "Nice drawing," I said. 

Timothy shook and through his drawing. "Eve!" I only laughed. "Who are you drawing?" I asked. "No one, just a random character," he explained. "Ah." I didn't believe him. The hair of the character was very similar to mine. Maybe I was thinking about it too much! Maybe he was telling the truth. I decided to believe him.

"So, you never told me why this place is haunted," I said. "Oh, there's just an abandoned school around here from World War 2. The school evacuated when they thought Japan would bomb them, but they never returned. Rumors spread that they died somehow. The reason why people say its haunted is because back in the 1960's someone saw them come back into the school, still teaching. When the person investigated what was happening and went into the school they disappeared. He thought he saw their ghosts or something. After that, everyone thought it was haunted," he finished. 

"Who saw them teaching," I asked. "Mr. Adams," Timothy answered. "Did he actually see them," I questioned. "Yes and no. I think he's schizophrenic. The superstitious adults believe him, so do the kids in school." "Do you believe him?" "No, like I said, I think he's schizophrenic," He said. "Did he ever say he saw anything strange after that?" I asked. "Nah, after that he became paranoid. He stays in his house all day, every day. His wife takes care of him. Now Mr. Adams is eighty and doesn't talk much, at least that's what his wife says," he explained. 

"Wanna go see if it's really haunted?" I asked. He looked up at me. "Come on, lets stay over here." "I thought you didn't think it was haunted," I criticized jokingly. He looked down. "I don't, I just can't shake the feeling that it is," he admitted embarrassed. "Wanna see a ghost?!" I asked. "No!" "I don't know about you, but I wanna see one!" I said. 

I got up and began walking away. "That's the wrong way!" Timothy said. I laughed. "Okay, I think I need your help," I admitted. Timothy rolled his eyes and got up. We both began walking toward the school.

It was a short walk before random objects began to appear, scattered everywhere. I looked to my right. I saw books, little kid's toys, a chair, and a pencil case. I looked to my left. I saw a clock, a light bulb, an empty canvas, and... "a piano!?" I yelled. Timothy immediately turned his head. "Wow!" He yelled. 

The piano was a black stand up piano. It was obviously old, but I wondered if it still played. "Do you think it plays?" I asked. Timothy looked at me. "Only one way to find out!" he said. We both ran toward it. The piano was in a field across from us, off the path. We both laughed as we ran for it. 

We stopped about four feet away from it. Timothy immediately sat it the chair that stud in front of the piano, put his hands on the keys excitedly and began to play a song. The song he played was an upbeat song that I didn't know. I laughed as he played it, he smiled. "Wow your good!" I said. 

All of a sudden the higher keys began to play. Timothy's hands left the piano. The piano continued playing on its own. Timothy was frozen in fear, so was I. We both only watched the piano play. It banged on the keys in an ugly manner. Finally I grabbed Timothy's shoulder. "Run!" I shouted. Timothy snapped out of his trance and ran. We both ran away back to the path, side by side. I was out of breath, but too scared to even notice. 

Finally we reached back to the bike. We both stopped and looked. I'm not sure what I expected to see. I was only afraid that a ghost was chasing me. Nothing was there. I looked at Timothy, he was still scanning the area. Finally I began to laugh hysterically after a long silence. Timothy looked at me and began to laugh too. I was still scared, but laughing seemed to be the outlet to let it all out. 

When Timothy and I finally stopped laughing I noticed that I had been holding his hand the entire time. I slowly ungripped my hand awkwardly. I looked up at him and smiled again, awkwardly. "Do you think its haunted now?" I asked. Timothy smiled.