As a fledgling amateur actor, I heard many a story from other actors and stagehands about The Piano. It may have been the night that someone named Hedges ate too much of a certain homemade brownie that was laced with more than just powdered sugar. She just ruminated for a bit, reached down in a likely spot and scooped it out from under its frozen grave. It was dark, the light was low and the wind was slinging fresh sleet against the window with some regularity. I've heard it.
Several people have.
I was here alone one night. I wasn't sure what it was at first, but then, the unmistakable sound of piano music came from far away, somewhere inside the building. At first, I thought that someone was practicing a musical selection from an upcoming production, but then I realized that my car was the only one in the parking lot. Then, I got scared. I don't know.