Der Erlkönig

Dare Four

I'd narrowly made it out of the corpse room before the strange tug had restarted, and could barely make out the heavy footsteps as ghostly chatter crescendo'd in volume. The blood that was once a dull roar in my ears suddenly upped its game, dominating my sense of hearing.

Well, that and the rapid clip-clop of boots on stairs.

Barely managing to sprint down two flights before being cornered on the second floor, with a massive horde of ghosts halfway up the first flight of stairs and the Der Erlkönig duo almost directly behind me, I grabbed the first door I found and slipped inside the room behind it.

My chosen escape- or refuge, depending on the argument- had clearly been designed for an orchestra, yet held clear discrepancies. If the house had been untouched since the musician's disappearance, why were all the music stands gone, yet the scores- and the instruments- had all been left behind?

The moment I made this revelation, apparitions began rising left and right, dressed in what I realised was the standard clothing for a 19th century orchestra. Just then, the door burst open, and in flooded the motley of otherworldly beings who'd taken the option of 'running out the front door' away from me.