A dreary fog made the air hot and thick. I could barely make out the small flickering light emanating from small candles that were positioned in a pentagonal star on the floor. Small pools of wax gathered around of the base of candles, making an illusion as if they have been burning there for years. The only sound to be heard were the muffled sounds of my converse against the cold, damp floor as I weave through stalagmites.

Nearing the center of the arrangment of candles, I heard footsteps. After scuttling behind a boulder as not to be seen, I caught sight of an old piano that looked at least 30 years old. Seeing as the footsteps were gone is linked out from behind the boulder and cautiously made my way over the worn instrument. On it lay sheet music, unwritten. The tune was beautiful with sophisticated notes and rests. I laid a finger on one of the yellow-tinted keys.

I quickly pulled my hand back as the keys start to move, playing the sweet melody that was scribbled on the parchment that lay across the top of the piano. The air filled with notes that formed what sounded like an opera piece and seemed to mix with the heavy fog. And just as quickly as the music started to play, it stopped. and the little life that was left in the candles, was snuffed out by a mysterious force. And it all went dark.