Friday Fictioneers: House of Horror
Jennifer Heap’s fingers flew along the keyboard, playing a haunting melody. Unnoticed, the floors began to vibrate with the rhythm, and the lights to wink on and off.
The devil’s own hand seemed to guide Jennifer’s passionate fingers, teasing and pounding the keys in artful succession.
But the wooden panels all around protested the terrible cacophony. Invisible arms grabbed Jennifer from behind and dragged her thrashing form out the front door.
As the assailant was ejected the house shook with one final, deafening roar.
It is said that echoes from that night linger in the walls to this very day, and poor Jennifer Heap never got her keyboard back.
A Happy Halloween to you, dear readers!
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