Dead Love

The sound of a piano flew right into my ears and to my brain. Who could possibly be playing the piano at this time of the night? I stumble out of bed and walked towards my creaky door. I slowly open the door, the shriek of the door emit from the hinges and echoed throughout the house.

Good job Grace.

I held my breath, taking small steps on my toes and made my way down the hallway. My heart started to beat faster every step I took. Once I got to the stairs, I looked over the railing to see if I can see who is playing the piano. At that very moment my heart stopped beating and I could not breathe. Sitting at the piano sat a young boy around my age dressed in white with blood splattered on his shirt. His face was as white as snow with no color at all, and he looked as dead as a ghost.

"Hello Grace," the bloody boy spoken, and he didn't even care to glance at me, "it's nice of you to join me."