All alone. All alone in that small room. There was no one to quell her fears; no one to wipe her tears. She was all alone save for her precious violin. She knew she mustn't touch it for they would come if she played, but oh how she longed to hold it; to rest its polished wood under her chin and stroke it's lovely strings with the elegant bow.
It started calling to her; quietly at first, but growing louder and more urgent that her fragile will began to crumble. She couldn’t help but stroll over to it without stretched hands feeling the strong need to caress it. Entranced by its silent song she held it and soon she was playing the song that had marched her to her death. It was the only song the cursed violin would let her play, the devil's song.
By her music they came. Hordes of them were crawling out from the shadows taunting her with insults and beckoning to her with her heart's darkest desires. All of the demons in the room wanted her to stop playing, so that she may join them in hell. A few became frustrated and began to grab at her, never hurting her ghostly flesh, but slowly tainting her soul. She wept, for she knew this would have never happened if she hadn’t bought the violin with her friend’s money. She would still be alive and well. Not dead and fighting for her after life with demons.
She grew weary, but she mustn't stop until dawn or else they would win. She looked out the window and begged the sun to rise and to her joy it did her bidding. The sun’s rays streaked across the floor vanquishing the demons one by one. Then all was quiet. The violin was no longer calling to her and the demons were just piles of ash. Once again, she was all alone in that small room. All alone save for her precious violin.