When you bought the house, you didn't think twice of the suspiciously low price. It was big and looked good, so why not? Well, you would soon be made aware of the reason..

Each night, precisely at 2am, you hear soft sounds of an old piano coming from the attic. It's a lovely melody, soothing and soft, but you've no idea where it comes from. And so, you decide to investigate.

As you make your way through the attic, the song you've heard many nights before accompanying you, you notice a figure sitting by an old piano, playing. The moonlight seems to pass through him partially, as though he were made of a translucent silk, or a mist. You take a step further and the music comes to an abrupt stop, his head snapping to you, eyes wide. He seems... startled.

"Oh dear..." he utters, before clearing his throat. "Good um... evening."