The following is an excerpt of real events. The Piano (excerpt)
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 My mom always said I was…off. Said I’d scare the pants off her pointing into darkened corners and down vacant hallways. Once, when I got old enough to gabber away, I let it be known there were others around me my mother wasn’t aware of. I was almost five when I explained, in great detail, the appearance of a woman I had seen walking around the corner toward my bedroom. On it went for years, fading in and out, terrifying my mother in the process. My brother wasn’t too far behind and tagged along with a few of my paranormal experiences before he started with his own.

 As I grew older and less in tune with my otherworldly surroundings the events became fewer and farther between. The sightings had nearly stopped by the summer before my thirteenth birthday. Life had gone on. I'd grown up, and everyone moved on from the strange little blonde girl who saw dead people. We moved to the country that summer.   Our small family unit hefted our stuff a town over to live with my mom’s new beau in his large country home. The house held an oversized great room at the entrance and in it an antique piano. My mom loves anything old and she herself owned an ancient standing radio and ivory rotary phone, which she immediately displayed in the great room beside the piano. In the first few weeks, the three of us settled in and found our place within the household.   One day, in the middle of the afternoon, I came home from school to hear piano music coming from inside the house. Expecting to see my mom or quasi-stepbrother at the keys, I opened the front door with little apprehension.

​I stopped dead in my tracks when the door swung open and the piano seat sat vacant. Immediately, the music stopped and the house was as silent as it always was that time of the day. My gut sank to my feet. A life I’d all but forgotten had found me alone in the middle of nowhere. ​ Music played softly from the old piano at random for weeks on end. Middle of the day, while I would try to sleep, bright and early in the morning while eating my breakfast, without prejudice it played. When I finally grew the courage to mentioned the noise I was told this wasn’t a new phenomenon. In fact, it had happened consistently since the say they had brought the piano home. I couldn’t believe this had been allowed to continue. Why would someone choose to allow these ghostly shenanigans to go on? Why didn’t they just get rid of the damn thing?
Why in the hell did we move  here ?  To Be Continued... Want more of My Haunted Life? Let me know in the comments to unleash more!