The light from the setting sun glinted off the windows in the mansion, making the air dance with the intensity of its gaze. There was a pressure in the scorching summer air that could not be explained away by any logical perception. The Victorian House’s looming facade would lend itself to the imagination of anyone who saw it. It brought a time long ago to mind. A time when children in starched and frilly clothing would play in the yard while their maids stood a safe distance away, watching over them with eagle's eyes. If anyone had been standing in the expansive lawns, they would have been able to faintly hear the sounds of a somber, yet melodious song being played on the piano.
Inside, the virtuoso's fingers flew across the keyboard. Each stroke had its own meaning and part to play in the grave composition. Deeper inside the House, a sudden scream broke out. Its pain and horror rang throughout the House. The terror contained in the scream was enough to cause anyone’s eyes to widen in fright and the hair on their arms to raise in unison. Yet, the musician still played. He gently wove the screams into the music. He played around the scream, as if it was just another piece of the melody that they had created. When the screaming had finally ceased, the artist finalized the terror that they had created with a long, resounding note.