Due to a request by a brilliant pianist, here is a short but sweet/creepy story involving a piano.

Every night at midnight, Nana wakes me up with her nightly piano recitals, music filling the house like a cold draft that remains until dawn. Every day, tired and frightful, I go to her grave and beg her to stop.

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A. Rose