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Whispering. Ominous creepy little kid whispers is what I began hearing as I tried finishing up my essay for Galloway's stupid class, consequently, behind schedule. Gabe had me blindly distracted for a max of five days until I cut him off—I needed to get this shit done.
And now the magical keys were acting up again.
Galloway's paper could wait.
I practically bolted down the stairs, eager to discover the new buried key among a thresh of history. I exploited all the possibilities it may produce—the ability to breathe under water, the ability to fly, or even the ability to have an endless supply of Oreos.
I highly doubted that was a key, but the hope was still blissfully there.
However, despite my many hopes and desires, Kinsey had already managed to beat me to it with Bode and Tyler curiously standing beside her in the middle of the living room, plucking out a key from the piano's strings.
"What did you find?" Bode eagerly asked as he leaned forward as he tried to get a good look at it. Of course, Kinsey and Tyler immediately shushed him, twice his size.
"What is it?" I pressed. I could care less if mom was sleeping. She was probably reading one of her erotica novels to be honest.
Beneath the faint lighting of the room, I managed to trace out its unique musical note shape.
"Wow," I breathed.
"I think I've seen this one before," Bode exclaimed, snatching the key from Kins' hands. To say she wasn't a little put off was an understatement.
"See what?" Tyler questioned.
"Where it goes," Bode suggested. "Over here," he quickly dashed to one of the looming bookshelves before yanking out a chair. The whole room squeaked louder then mom's yelling.
"Stop!" Tyler nearly threw Bode to the side when he pulled back the chair, hindering the obnoxious squeaking.
"We need to get that brown box up there, with the swirls," Bode insisted with a pointed look. "I saw it when we were unpacking."
I scowled impatiently, "Lemme just get it." Stealing the chair from Tyler, I clambered on and managed to yank the box from the top of the shelf. Dust instantly invaded my nose, so I sneezed. It practically made the whole house quiver.
Tyler and Kinsey gave me a hard look, "Are you serious?" Tyler sighed.
"No," I panned with a scoff. "It's fucking dusty, okay. Here. Take the damn thing."
Kinsey instead plucked the box from my hands and laid it on the dining room table. Her eyes briefly met ours, excitement oozing from each of our faces. Without a second thought, Kinsey pushed the key into the lock and with a resounding click, opened it. Inside lied a headless ballerina among velvet walls and the soft sounds of a muddled tune playing out.
