The Lonely Piano
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Last published Mon, Oct 5, 2020
There was something off about the piano in room 4-P. No one has touched it in over a hundred years, not after the supposed incident that became a legend in the Allegra Music Academy.
The rule was simple. It was stated right in front of the piano, in the middle of the room.
Don't play the piano when the sun sets.
There wasn't a real reason why. There were explanations trying to justify the rule. Stories that the students came up and spread like wildfire. Rumors that eventually became truth.
Whatever it was, it had to do with whatever happened that long ago.
It was part of the official rules of the Academy. If you wanted to survive, you must never touch that piano, especially after sunset.
After all, once you do, you may never return alive.
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