drewlink99
July 31st, 2010, 01:42 AM
The Woman At The Piano
I want to start off by saying that this story is indeed a fabrication of my mind.
But it has struck me as profound in every detail. Though you may see it in a different light, mine is a more gruesome vision. But all the same I hope you get the gist of my thinking. Where to start... Huh. Well, I will start off by saying it is in first-person... Now lets begin...
I'd say it was about midnight when I woke up. I was hearing music, but the house was supposed to be empty, after all I lived alone. So I got up to investigate. After walking around the room, still in a daze from the sudden awakening, I realized it was coming from downstairs.
I got to the door when I realized it was the piano playing. I quickly grabbed a gun and tried to quietly walk down the stairs. But every step down was a terrible and ghastly creek. Though the creaking was loud and almost painful, the playing persisted...
I was in the foyer now, and was sliding against the wall to look through the parlor door. As I looked the playing got more intense. It was the most beautiful music I had ever heard. Upon my eyes adjusting I found to my astonishment and shock that the piano was playing itself. I was frightened, but I quickly lit a lamp and watched as the instrument continued to play. It was amazing how fast the keys where moving, and I was in awe, that was until it stopped. After it halted, a disturbing silence filled the room. -No. It filled the whole house... I shut the piano and made my way back to my room.
The next day I went back to the parlor to find the piano in the same position that I had left it the night before. I began to inspect it, to see if someone was playing a trick on me, but it was a futile attempt. There was no tampering done, and even if it had been a trick, none could have made it play that way.
Later that day, I consulted my colleagues over lunch. They suggested that I make sure my doors and windows were locked, and to tell the authorities if it happened again... I was a bit let down over their suggestion, not that I expected any more from them. Businessmen do not have any kind of “other worldly” knowledge, or even common sense. They only see in profits and product. I am surprised that I am not that way, but Granny was always deeply interested in the other side... And I have my suspicions about this event as being connected to the other side.
That night was a long night. I got to bed around ten that night. I was anticipating another performance from the piano, but I had grown weary. I had drifted to sleep, and was having an interesting dream about the incident. In the dream I had made my way down to the parlor to see the piano playing again. But I saw how it was happening. There where strings and such other means of making the trickery. And saw it was a joke on me by my work mates.
I woke up to the sound of the piano playing furiously again. I was still swept up from my dream. So much so that I made my way down the stairs like a child on Christmas morning. I got to the parlor door and lit a lamp. But I was caught off guard by what I saw. It was not my colleagues, but a woman at the piano, and she was playing it with an unbroken concentration.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and the music she was playing was almost as beautiful. She was wearing a pale cream dress, with hints of white and gray. Her hair was black like coal and rippled like water as she moved. Her skin was pale and had a warm glow as the lamp light brushed her. She wore a gold necklace, she had pearl earrings, and a fitting bracelet to match.
I got closer to see her face, and as I drew near she smelled faint of flowers. She glanced up at me and smiled, all while still playing. Her face was perfect, she had white teeth, rosy cheeks, and eyes that shone with life. She was amazing in every way, but how did she get in, and why was she playing my piano...
As I set the lamp on the piano, she motioned for me to sit next to her on the bench. But I went around and lit more laps until the room was full of light. I then sat at her side. I got an amazing feeling from sitting next to her. And then something changed. Her playing was slightly off key... I looked at her, and she looked at me. The lighting that I had used to show her beauty was now showing something that should not even be happening in a crypt.
Her gaze was fixed on me as her eyes glazed over to a milky white. Her light pale skin was sinking in, showing outlines of bones. Her hair split and fell out. But she persisted to play a steady song, that was slowly coming out of tune. Her face started to look flushed, then gray as her milky eyes sunk into her face. Her lips cracked and her teeth dulled and looked like dry bone. Her hands still held steady, and the piano itself was coming untuned. I was frozen by her gaze and from my own hair turning fright. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I could only look at her.
I glanced down to see her fingers turn to bony things that cracked as they moved. Her dress started to fade and slip off her shoulders, and tear down her back to reveal an exposed spine. Blood began to pour from her exposed back, and the blood was black and thick like molasses. The smell of flowers was gone, and it was replaced by an overpowering stench of festering meat and mold.
Her gaze, although now just rotting eye sockets, was still fixed on me, peering into me... Her scalp was slipping off of her head, and there was a steaming pile of matter on the floor under her. And she kept playing. I heard a thump, and looked down and saw that her leg had rotted and had fallen out of its socket. Her chest was exposed, and by chest, I mean just that... Her ribs where showing, and I could see the rotting remains within... I wanted to vomit...
Her arms had begun to pop out-of-place and drop to the floor with her legs, and the piano still played, but by now it was a soul sucking twang. I was just in a whole other world. I have never had such a terrified feeling, topped with sickness, and stuffed with an evil feeling... I had completely overlooked that the piano was again playing by itself. And that the woman was now just a rotting torso with a head, gazing into me still.
Then the piano stopped. And I could hear the oozing coming from inside her. I was trying to get up and run, but I was stuck. Her various rotting parts where touching my bare feet, and it was burning my skin like fire. I was to the point of tears when she spoke. She said my name, and her voice was like that of an angel! “Do you love me?” She said. I was gasping for air, I wanted to scream no, but I couldn't even breath. I then bent over and vomited on the rotting body parts.
I could breath again, and the smell of flowers was back. I looked up at her. She was whole again. And she was playing again, and everything was beautiful. “Well?” She said. “Yes.” I stammered. She leaned in for a kiss, and I followed in. We kissed, and it was amazing. Her lips where soft like nothing I can describe. Then I tasted something odd... It was like rotten meat... I felt my nose glide on her rotting face and my lips where on what was left of her mandible. I heard a devilish laugh that echoed through the whole house.
I was frozen there, on her face, and it burned like acid. Her eye sockets began to shine red, like a distant coal fire. I opened my mouth to scream, but it was silent. Then her mouth opened and bit my lower jaw. Her teeth began to grind hard on mine. It was a terrorizing pain, then my teeth began to chip, and my mouth started to bleed. Her lower teeth started to cut into my chin, and I finely let out a yell.
She stopped, and sat back upright. “You don't like my love?” She said in a devilish rotted tone. And she laughed... It was the kind of laugh that made your soul feel on fire, as if God himself where turning away, and Satin was gnawing on your very essence...
She then looked forward, and slumped onto the piano. The room went dark, and I could move. My heart was racing, my teeth hurt, and my chin and jaw bleed profusely. My feet still burned, and I was still feeling ill from the remaining stagnant smell of rotting flesh.
I slowly made my way to the door and stumbled outside, where I fell and my head meet concrete.
I woke up the next morning covered in dew. I was in a small puddle of blood, but I had stopped bleeding. I felt damp from the morning air... I didn't like it. My feet where blistered and raw and my teeth where still chipped. I was terrified to go back into the house, but I knew I had to.
Upon making my way into the foyer, I was hit with the pungent smell of rotting meat... I was shaking both from pain, and from fright. I had no idea if she was still laying at the piano, or if I had went insane... I looked into the parlor to see the piano empty. But some strings where snapped, and there was a burn mark where she had sat, and where she had laid on the piano. Even where she had oozed her internal liquids, and where she dropped her arms and legs was burnt... But everything else was gone. There was no mess, no body, no bones... The only thing there was burn marks, my injuries, and the vomit I had left...
After that, I left the house, and never came back. I had the best dentistry done, which was not much. I had my feet taken care of, though there was fear of one needing to be amputated, it survived. I never told what had happened, for fear or being called insane. And I have nightmares every night. I think that Satin's mistress had a night of tricks and fun... That wicked witch... I just hope that she has never done that to any other man...
I hope that I got a point across. It was not what I had in mind. I can't get what I see playing out in my head written down. I hope it was profound, and very vivid for you, as it is for me. I don't know the meaning behind it. And I am sure you figured out that it has taken place in the 1800's.
What do you think? Is there something you see hidden in it? Like, is there a meaning that you get from this? Is it like lies,love, evil, what?
I want to start off by saying that this story is indeed a fabrication of my mind.
But it has struck me as profound in every detail. Though you may see it in a different light, mine is a more gruesome vision. But all the same I hope you get the gist of my thinking. Where to start... Huh. Well, I will start off by saying it is in first-person... Now lets begin...
I'd say it was about midnight when I woke up. I was hearing music, but the house was supposed to be empty, after all I lived alone. So I got up to investigate. After walking around the room, still in a daze from the sudden awakening, I realized it was coming from downstairs.
I got to the door when I realized it was the piano playing. I quickly grabbed a gun and tried to quietly walk down the stairs. But every step down was a terrible and ghastly creek. Though the creaking was loud and almost painful, the playing persisted...
I was in the foyer now, and was sliding against the wall to look through the parlor door. As I looked the playing got more intense. It was the most beautiful music I had ever heard. Upon my eyes adjusting I found to my astonishment and shock that the piano was playing itself. I was frightened, but I quickly lit a lamp and watched as the instrument continued to play. It was amazing how fast the keys where moving, and I was in awe, that was until it stopped. After it halted, a disturbing silence filled the room. -No. It filled the whole house... I shut the piano and made my way back to my room.
The next day I went back to the parlor to find the piano in the same position that I had left it the night before. I began to inspect it, to see if someone was playing a trick on me, but it was a futile attempt. There was no tampering done, and even if it had been a trick, none could have made it play that way.
Later that day, I consulted my colleagues over lunch. They suggested that I make sure my doors and windows were locked, and to tell the authorities if it happened again... I was a bit let down over their suggestion, not that I expected any more from them. Businessmen do not have any kind of “other worldly” knowledge, or even common sense. They only see in profits and product. I am surprised that I am not that way, but Granny was always deeply interested in the other side... And I have my suspicions about this event as being connected to the other side.
That night was a long night. I got to bed around ten that night. I was anticipating another performance from the piano, but I had grown weary. I had drifted to sleep, and was having an interesting dream about the incident. In the dream I had made my way down to the parlor to see the piano playing again. But I saw how it was happening. There where strings and such other means of making the trickery. And saw it was a joke on me by my work mates.
I woke up to the sound of the piano playing furiously again. I was still swept up from my dream. So much so that I made my way down the stairs like a child on Christmas morning. I got to the parlor door and lit a lamp. But I was caught off guard by what I saw. It was not my colleagues, but a woman at the piano, and she was playing it with an unbroken concentration.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and the music she was playing was almost as beautiful. She was wearing a pale cream dress, with hints of white and gray. Her hair was black like coal and rippled like water as she moved. Her skin was pale and had a warm glow as the lamp light brushed her. She wore a gold necklace, she had pearl earrings, and a fitting bracelet to match.
I got closer to see her face, and as I drew near she smelled faint of flowers. She glanced up at me and smiled, all while still playing. Her face was perfect, she had white teeth, rosy cheeks, and eyes that shone with life. She was amazing in every way, but how did she get in, and why was she playing my piano...
As I set the lamp on the piano, she motioned for me to sit next to her on the bench. But I went around and lit more laps until the room was full of light. I then sat at her side. I got an amazing feeling from sitting next to her. And then something changed. Her playing was slightly off key... I looked at her, and she looked at me. The lighting that I had used to show her beauty was now showing something that should not even be happening in a crypt.
Her gaze was fixed on me as her eyes glazed over to a milky white. Her light pale skin was sinking in, showing outlines of bones. Her hair split and fell out. But she persisted to play a steady song, that was slowly coming out of tune. Her face started to look flushed, then gray as her milky eyes sunk into her face. Her lips cracked and her teeth dulled and looked like dry bone. Her hands still held steady, and the piano itself was coming untuned. I was frozen by her gaze and from my own hair turning fright. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I could only look at her.
I glanced down to see her fingers turn to bony things that cracked as they moved. Her dress started to fade and slip off her shoulders, and tear down her back to reveal an exposed spine. Blood began to pour from her exposed back, and the blood was black and thick like molasses. The smell of flowers was gone, and it was replaced by an overpowering stench of festering meat and mold.
Her gaze, although now just rotting eye sockets, was still fixed on me, peering into me... Her scalp was slipping off of her head, and there was a steaming pile of matter on the floor under her. And she kept playing. I heard a thump, and looked down and saw that her leg had rotted and had fallen out of its socket. Her chest was exposed, and by chest, I mean just that... Her ribs where showing, and I could see the rotting remains within... I wanted to vomit...
Her arms had begun to pop out-of-place and drop to the floor with her legs, and the piano still played, but by now it was a soul sucking twang. I was just in a whole other world. I have never had such a terrified feeling, topped with sickness, and stuffed with an evil feeling... I had completely overlooked that the piano was again playing by itself. And that the woman was now just a rotting torso with a head, gazing into me still.
Then the piano stopped. And I could hear the oozing coming from inside her. I was trying to get up and run, but I was stuck. Her various rotting parts where touching my bare feet, and it was burning my skin like fire. I was to the point of tears when she spoke. She said my name, and her voice was like that of an angel! “Do you love me?” She said. I was gasping for air, I wanted to scream no, but I couldn't even breath. I then bent over and vomited on the rotting body parts.
I could breath again, and the smell of flowers was back. I looked up at her. She was whole again. And she was playing again, and everything was beautiful. “Well?” She said. “Yes.” I stammered. She leaned in for a kiss, and I followed in. We kissed, and it was amazing. Her lips where soft like nothing I can describe. Then I tasted something odd... It was like rotten meat... I felt my nose glide on her rotting face and my lips where on what was left of her mandible. I heard a devilish laugh that echoed through the whole house.
I was frozen there, on her face, and it burned like acid. Her eye sockets began to shine red, like a distant coal fire. I opened my mouth to scream, but it was silent. Then her mouth opened and bit my lower jaw. Her teeth began to grind hard on mine. It was a terrorizing pain, then my teeth began to chip, and my mouth started to bleed. Her lower teeth started to cut into my chin, and I finely let out a yell.
She stopped, and sat back upright. “You don't like my love?” She said in a devilish rotted tone. And she laughed... It was the kind of laugh that made your soul feel on fire, as if God himself where turning away, and Satin was gnawing on your very essence...
She then looked forward, and slumped onto the piano. The room went dark, and I could move. My heart was racing, my teeth hurt, and my chin and jaw bleed profusely. My feet still burned, and I was still feeling ill from the remaining stagnant smell of rotting flesh.
I slowly made my way to the door and stumbled outside, where I fell and my head meet concrete.
I woke up the next morning covered in dew. I was in a small puddle of blood, but I had stopped bleeding. I felt damp from the morning air... I didn't like it. My feet where blistered and raw and my teeth where still chipped. I was terrified to go back into the house, but I knew I had to.
Upon making my way into the foyer, I was hit with the pungent smell of rotting meat... I was shaking both from pain, and from fright. I had no idea if she was still laying at the piano, or if I had went insane... I looked into the parlor to see the piano empty. But some strings where snapped, and there was a burn mark where she had sat, and where she had laid on the piano. Even where she had oozed her internal liquids, and where she dropped her arms and legs was burnt... But everything else was gone. There was no mess, no body, no bones... The only thing there was burn marks, my injuries, and the vomit I had left...
After that, I left the house, and never came back. I had the best dentistry done, which was not much. I had my feet taken care of, though there was fear of one needing to be amputated, it survived. I never told what had happened, for fear or being called insane. And I have nightmares every night. I think that Satin's mistress had a night of tricks and fun... That wicked witch... I just hope that she has never done that to any other man...
I hope that I got a point across. It was not what I had in mind. I can't get what I see playing out in my head written down. I hope it was profound, and very vivid for you, as it is for me. I don't know the meaning behind it. And I am sure you figured out that it has taken place in the 1800's.
What do you think? Is there something you see hidden in it? Like, is there a meaning that you get from this? Is it like lies,love, evil, what?