Into Thin Air

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He hears the phonograph playing mildly from downstairs. He's startled, there's isn't another soul in this mansion as far as he knows. But the music stops as soon as he gets up from his mahogany desk. Probably he heard wrong, he thought to himself.


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The phonograph plays again and this time it is louder than before. The music drifting from the ground floor to his first floor home office; the tune is melancholic and yet so beautiful. He feels too unsure of what to think. He was home alone after all, so who's playing the music, or is it his mind tricking him? He's less surprised than before, yet befuddled. He hasn't come to the point that someone may have broken into his house. Maybe he relied on his alarm system more than the fact that the human mind will find a solution to what he sees as a problem. But is it a thief that broke into his humble abode, although it is anything but humble.

He got the house just a few days ago, bought it from a realtor; it was secluded, on the outskirts of the city. He thought it was a perfect place for him to wind down after a tiring day of work. The nearest house is almost half a mile away. The music plays is still playing.

He doesn't rush towards the music, his eyes are on the door, unsure if he should check downstairs. He picks up a rod from the closet adjacent and pulls the doors inside. The music is still carrying out its tune, a sound of grief and pain. He could feel that tune drumming inside his heart. With each step, his insecurity further settles. He's close to the staircase and bellows, "Hello? Is anyone there?" He puts his hand on the wooden railing. "Who's there?" He asked. But there was no response. The music has stopped but there's a lingering feeling, something inexplicable. He hears the wind gushing from the living room window and stomps down the staircase into the living room. He gets to the window and locks it first.


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The phonograph was placed on a spacious vintage-looking shelf beside the fireplace, along with rows of vinyl neatly place on the rows. Rows and rows of records with, some of them are old and some new; old ones were a collection of his uncle's. He remembers each track of each of the records and he doesn't recognize the one that's playing. With the quickened pace, he reaches towards the phonographs but what he saw had him surprised; it was not playing the music. That goddamn music was still echoing through the house, sending him chills; on the hot days of spring, his arms have goosebumps in them as a shiver goes right through him.

He jumps at the sound of a loud bang. Another window bursts open and knocked a ceramic vase on the floor; with that shock, his face got paler, and his eyes almost popped out of the socket. Staring in the direction of the cracking sound, he's stepping closer and closer to where the vase broke. Someone has broken into his house - he thought. A smell of danger is intensifying with each passing moment. He's not sure of what's happening around him but even though he's scared, he wants to find out exactly what is happening around this house.

He's in the tea room from where that sound had come. He crouches down and starts to examine the broken pieces along with the crushed flower petals. His heartbeats are getting steadier, curious. At the sound of the music, his head snapped at the back. His breath shaking and his mouth went dry. He gets up from his position and walks in that direction. This time the music is louder than before. He can see a faint silhouette of light from the middle of the living room to the door.


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So many theories running through his mind but first and foremost, he's unsafe. The distance is getting shorter the silhouette is frowning wider. Someone is humming, the voice is so smooth; there are footsteps as well. He can't make out what's happening in the living room, but he doesn't increase his speed.

What!!! Who's That!!! How did she get in???

A girl was humming and twirling with the music and the light seems to be reflecting off of her. She keeps twirling and smiling at him. "Who are you?" He asked, "How did you get here?" She sings and smiles at him, getting closer to the dark hallway that leads to the basement door. "Hey, wait." he bellowed "wait up." He hurries at her, but she was gone.

She has vanished.



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She is in the basement.. isn't she? XD

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Hahaha nope 😂 she's something though

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Damn XD I really thought the basement was her lair. :v Please do continue, I wanna know if she is gonna kill him or not XD

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