Simon had lost another part of himself, his love. His only hope. His girlfriend had broken up with him. She called him insane. He knew it all too well.

"You're sick. Those ghosts you claim to see aren't real! Get out of my house!"

Those words each were stabs to his disintegrating sanity. Her once caring voice was replaced with a sickening sense of disgust and regret. Simon knew his hallucinations weren't particularly... real. At least, that's what he believed.

With a shaking hand and an aching heart, he ran further into the shadowed depths of the forest. He had none but himself and his spinning head, his heavy breathing. Simon had never seen the sky such a dark cyan, the pitch black nature of a tree, it was all surreal. He could only rest on a decaying log, and that's when the ringing of his ears subsided.

The faint keys of an old, out of tune piano, playing "Old Doll." It was hauntingly beautiful, he couldn't help but listen. When his feet moved, he hadn't realized until he found himself at a wooden door. He stood infront of a castle, the stone bricks suprisingly in place. It seemed from the 1800's, branches plunged into the shattered windows.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

Three hard pounds on the door, firm despite his shaking fist. Why was he continuing? It was until he pushed the old door back, the hinges creaking in a screeching manner. His heart dropped from his chest.

He saw you, your ghastly figure ridden over the old piano bench. Your fingers glided over the keys, over and over, even if the song had stopped. He couldn't see your face. Simon couldn't see if this was his hallucination, or a ghost, or even a regular human.