…the only light in the music room was from the candle, its silent glow casting eerie shadows.Slowly Sara walked up to the piano, she heard footsteps, she turned around but was motionless. She tried to scream, but no sound came out of her mouth, her knuckles white with fear, her face full of terror. In the background she could hear music, it became louder and louder. An unusual sound, a sound of horror like nails scratching on a chalk board. It hurt her ears. Sara wanted it to stop. Suddenly she felt an eerie chill, her vocals opened and she let out a blood curdling scream of …pain. She heard laughing, not a fun laugh, not even an evil laugh, just a laugh of success and triumph.
Sara stared into the ajacent mirror, her complexion ghostly white ,her clothes wet with perspiration.Trembling like a leaf, she picked up the candlestick ,turned around and hurled it across the room. A mirror shattered into a thousand fragments.The laughter got louder and louder, Sara felt a tightness around her throat , she was trapped there was no escape …………………………………………..