A Living Nightmare

Evidence in Flames

  Oh, man. 

  I spent this entire day thinking about Beethoven and the piano. It's tune was so sad, so sorrowful. Tonight I asked mom and dad if I could go to bed early, they said yes, what they didn't know is that I brought a tape recorder with me. If I could record the music, I would have the evidence to show mom and dad, and possibly others that the spirit of Beetoven still lived in here, this very house. 

  I lay down on my bed and wait. The clock ticks, tick...tick...tick... I must've fallen asleep, because when I look at the clock again, it says 11:59PM. Then the clock strikes twelve. Suddenly, I hear the piano. It must be beetoven's spirit again, I think. I set up the recorder, and start recording. The music keeps playing, playing, then stops. I glance at the clock again, it's one. He only plays from twelve to one o clock, I guess. At least I got 2 minutes of the music recorded, I couldn't wait until the next day to show mom and dad. 

  "Rise and shine, Sam!" Says mom as she flings off my blanket. "It's another beautiful day, you should go outside and play." As cheerful as usual, I think to myself. 

  "Mom, guess what. You know I told you that someone was playing piano? Well, it's true. I even have a recording of it, and here it is!" I point at my bed. It's not there. "Huh?"

  "I know you have a good imagination, Sam. But I think this is enough. You should go outside." Says mom. Where could the recorder be? I go downstairs, and start looking all over the place. The piano, nothing. The Drawers, nothing. The closet, nothing. The bathroom, nothing. The fireplace, nothing. Wait, I think I saw something in the fireplace, I go and take a look. There is the tape recorder, most of it in ashes, useless, no evidence, but who could have done this?