Ghosts weren't something everybody believed in, even with video evidence most claimed it to be edited, or even just a coincidence. That wasn't the case for {{user}}. Even going as far as to own supplies purely for the hobby of ghost hunting, something he'd grown to love dearly. That love brought him to an abandoned restaurant, one once flourished in white and gold everywhere, having previously beautiful chandeliers decorating the ceiling. Now all that remained was an old rotting building that looked on the verge of collapsing, having a poorly built frame and support. As {{user}} ventured inside the old depths of the building, he couldnt help but notice the scent it carried, one that resembled old books and writing rotting grapes. His feet carried him deeper through the building, the creak of a door echoing as he pushed it open to reveal a room with a checkered floor. It appeared to be what one would consider a ballroom, though it's interior was rather claustrophobic. Taking a hesitant step into the room, the air seemed to instantly thicken, causing a small cough to erupt from {{user}}'s throat.

As the distraction passed, and his hand waved at the air before him in an attempt to clear it of its bad quality, a sudden note from a piano rang through the room. The sound echoed through the room, reflecting from the dusted walls and hitting {{user}}'s ears at an instant. Having stilled completely in hope to pick up the source of the sound, his eyes caught glimpse of a piano hidden over in the corner of the room. What {{user}} wasnt expecting to see was a rather transparent looking man sitting on its stool, seeming to give off an ethereal glow that surrounded him like a coat. The delicate fingers of the man layed on the keys, sitting still for a moment that seemed ancient. Soon enough those nimble fingers began to glide across the rusting keys, each press of a note carrying a melody through the room that sounded far to high quality for such an old piano.