I followed closely with my ears to see if I could pick up just where the music was
coming from. I proceeded down the hallway to the next room, it was the room with the pianoforte that I saw through the window.
Brass candlestick holders were spaced evenly about the rosewood front with half melted candlesticks burning in each one giving
the room an eerie glow. I could make out a figure sitting at the piano playing a minuet in C minor, he glanced over for a
brief moment then turned back towards the piano and continued to play the same tune over and over again. He was an interesting
man dressed in the finest of clothing dating back to what I thought was the late 1700's. His face was barely recognizable
and his hair was white and pulled back into a ponytail.
I tried to get his attention once more but he never quit playing the piano so I turned
and walked out of the room and proceeded to the next room down the hallway. It was some sort of banquet room as I could tell
a long oak table centered the room with fine china and glassware that sat staggered about the table as if there had been some
sort of party there. Old pieces of rotted food lay about the china and glasses were still half filled with a blood red wine.
From a distance I could hear yet another type of music being played and the sounds
of laughter echoed through the halls, it sounded as if there were a party in another room so I turned to leave and a large
set of heavy oak doors slammed shut entrapping me in the room. I became disoriented once more and began sweating profusely.
A young woman appeared before me and asked me to drink out of a silver goblet she had in her hands. She told me I would be
fine after I drank the liquid but never told me just what I was drinking I took a sip and started feeling better. You could
speak I exclaimed, who are you and where did you come from I asked.
My name is Cassandra and I live here, who are you she asked me and where did you come
from? Why did you come here, did you not hear the warning the old man gave you out in the yard? I told her about the dreams
I had been having about the house night after night and how I could no longer sleep until I found out the meaning of the dreams.
Please turn and walk away now she before it's too late she exclaimed. Many have come here seeking the answers that you do
but have died trying so I beg of you please go.
But what about you I asked, how come you have not died, how old are you? She replied
I live here and I am over a hundred years old. But you are so beautiful I remarked, your body is of a twenty year old woman
and your face shows no wrinkles, how could this be?
It's the house she replied, it will not let me leave and I have never aged, it's the
house she replied again. She quickly faded off and the large oak door flung open.
