The Piano Lady

A long time ago, when I was ten years old, I would be forced to go to my brothers' choir concerts, which I really enjoyed. I would later become a choir kid in both my middle and high school years. After the choir concerts were done, I would always decide to go to the choir room and chat with everyone. I remember this one woman I did not know who was there before. Nobody else in the choir room knew her, either. She was not even the teacher's pianist. She could play the piano very gracefully, like a peaceful swan.
This woman was in her mid-thirties, and she was pale as the full moon. Her hair was very white, yet she looked young, almost too young for someone to have white hair. She talked like an old woman, too, like she was almost in her late seventies. She was short as a child and walked on her two short legs as any human can. Not only that, but she was very abnormal. When we tried to talk to this lady, she completely ignored everything we said to her, and spoke only in Italian. Everything she said was complete gibberish to us. 
Later, when I got to middle school, I always decided to go to the choir room every afternoon. I would have a blast talking to my friends. I noticed the lady was always playing that same piano. I noticed that she had become older and taller. She was as tall as an average man but still looked like she was young. I decided to talk to her. She again spoke to me in Italian, so later, I wrote down what I could understand in a journal entry.
----Journal Entry:
09/15/2017
"Ciao, mi chiamo Bella. Venivo dall'Italia, e mi ero trasferito a causa del recente candidato di destra che aveva vinto le elezioni.”
----I tried showing it to my classmates and teachers, but either nobody understood it, or they showed disinterest. In a nutshell, it failed, miserably. I had decided to always talk to this lady, because she would always play better after school. I decided to interview this woman. I gave her a minimum of three questions. She spoke to me in Italian, so again, I wrote down the interview on notebook paper.
----Journal Entry:
09/16/2017
Me: "Hi, so I wanted to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."
Piano Lady: "Certo, mi piacerebbe!"
Me: "Why do you love the piano?"
Piano Lady: "Amo il pianoforte, mi ha portato molta felicità durante i periodi in cui ero in Italia. Ho sempre continuato a suonare il piano costantemente e miglioravo le mie abilità pianistiche."
Me: "Cool. When did you start playing the piano?"
Piano Lady: "Ho iniziato a suonare il pianoforte ea prendere lezioni quando avevo otto o sette anni. Il mio insegnante di pianoforte mi incoraggerebbe a perseguire una carriera nella musica."
Me: "Alright, Last question. What is your favorite composition you have done and why?"
Piano Lady: "Sinatra Moonlight, la suonavo sempre quando mio marito tornava a casa, dopo la guerra."
Me: "Thank you for answering these questions, I hope you have a great day."
----When I got on the bus. I constantly would think about that woman in the choir room. I would wonder, "Why is she always there?" "Who is she?" and "How did she get here?". When I got home, I would go upstairs and finish my homework, as per usual. Then, thirty minutes after I got home, I would hear the piano playing. I would keep hearing the graceful piano playing in the background, as if this same lady was playing my rusty old piano constantly, and she was always in tune. Whenever I played my piano, it was never in tune, nor was it as good as her playing on my piano. When I tried closing my ears, the sound would get louder and louder. It would get very loud, even to fortissimo. When I checked outside, I would open the door, causing the music to stop. My brown eyes saw the lady from the school. However, she looked a lot different.
She had black hair, with cockroaches and spiders crawling through it. Her dress was a bland, bedsheet white, and her fingernails were replaced with leopard claws. Also, her dress was covering her shoes, making it impossible to tell if she had feet at all. As with any person, I decided to go to school still and try to not think about the piano lady. During one of my classes, I heard the piano playing again. I did not know where it was coming from, so I decided to walk out and say, “May I go to the bathroom please?” The teacher said, “Yes.” 
I opened the classroom door and went into the hallway, only to find the same lady staring at me. She was smiling, looking like she was hungry and ready to eat me. I ran back to the classroom, screaming bloody murder.
After that fiasco, I went back to the choir room. You would expect me not to go to the choir room after last time, but nope. I was dumb and decided to go, even though she was there. I decided on a plan: I would hide and wear a mask, so that the lady wouldn't see me. It sorta did work, but it failed at the end when she started trying to eat me alive. Her teeth were as sharp as a shark, the inside of her mouth had the color of black ink, and she had a tongue that felt like a dog's slobbery lick. I survived and escaped that crazy day.
At home again, I was sleeping until I heard that same piano. It was more rowdy than usual. I still kept hearing it in my sleep, the keys still being played, howls that grew louder and louder. When I woke up, I saw the lady standing right in front of me. I screamed so loud, my parents heard me, rushing into my bedroom as soon as they could. They thought that I was being assaulted or murdered, but instead, they found me screaming at no one. They grounded me for waking everyone up. I then later heard the piano playing again, playing at forte.
The piano played so loud, I swore I could hear my heartbeat coming from it. Then it stopped. After midnight, the monster was gone, and after three days had passed, I never heard from that lady ever again. Now, whenever I hear a piano play its pretty music, I think of the piano lady wanting to play a beautiful song.
Category:Music
Category:Diary/Journal
Category:Demon/Devil