The stench of rot grew increasingly worse the higher I climbed, which should've alerted me to something; but of course, me being an ignorant idiot, didn't think much of it until I tripped over something so shriveled and dry that my next step sent me tumbling to the floor in a heap of surprise, nearly upsetting a chair upon which a small glass bottle of arsenic rested.
Wait... shriveled and dry... arsenic... I rubbed my eyes, then rubbed them again, finally coming to the grim conclusion on what I'd stumbled upon.
A room full of bodies.
The violin was much closer to my ear now, but the voice was situated at the opposite end of the attic, where I'd entered. One glance up told me all I needed to know: indeed, it was the pearly apparition of the musician who held his beloved violin, and his friend- I vaguely remember his name being Klaus-something- with the rich tenor.
I looked up at the musician again. His unlined face gave away his young age, and when he turned to smile lightly at me, it gave away his intentions.
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Der Erlkönig
ParanormalAn abandoned mansion. A musician's disappearance. Ghostly music playing where it shouldn't be. Totally not suspicious, right? Dared by his friends to enter and stay 12 hours in the ancient property of a long-dead performer, Jaidyn sets off to explor...
