I started learning piano when I was a child. Although I didn’t go to a conservatory in the end, I never gave up playing the piano. Later, when I got a job, I wanted to buy a piano so I could play it at home.

Finally one day I saw a piano I liked in a piano store. It was brown in appearance and looked heavy and durable. After playing it a few times, the sound quality was also very good and it was transparent and bright. After seeing it many times, I talked to the boss about it.

After grinding the price, I gritted my teeth and took out the savings I had saved for a long time. My family subsidized me and bought it.

After buying it, I invited a friend who graduated from the Conservatory of Music to come to my home to see it. She liked it very much and said the price was right. She played it for a while and liked it very much. When she left, she said she felt like the piano was familiar.

feeling.

I laughed and said that she just liked it too much, and asked her to come to my house to play and learn piano skills when she had nothing to do. She no longer insisted that she had seen it before, because the appearance of the piano was similar.

Sitting in front of the piano in the evening, I unconsciously played the first movement of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata". I rarely played this piece of music before, but today I sat in front of the piano and played it very skillfully, as if I had practiced it often.

.A faint sadness was vented from the piano, and I seemed to be infected and became sad.

After playing, I always felt a kind of melancholy that was hard to vent, so I went to bed early. The melancholy music always lingered in my ears at night, as if someone had been playing it.

When I woke up the next morning, I was very tired and felt that I had not slept well at night.

After I came back from get off work in the afternoon, I unconsciously sat in front of the piano and started playing again. It was the first movement of the "Moonlight Sonata". I kept playing for a long time as if I was possessed by a demon. It wasn't until someone rang the doorbell that I stopped playing. Get out of this situation.

It was a classmate who graduated from the Conservatory of Music. She said that after playing that day, she always had a lingering feeling about the piano, and a sense of déjà vu. I said that I also found it strange. She wanted to play "Moonlight Sonata" while sitting in front of the piano.

She asked me to play it.

While I was playing, she sat and listened in fascination, and then exclaimed that this piece of music was the one that one of her seniors used to be good at, and her piano was also the same color, so it looked very familiar.

I laughed and said that this piano was not second-hand, but a new one, and she stopped talking, thinking about something quietly, and then left.

At night, I sat in front of the piano and played it for a while, then fell asleep. The sound of the piano penetrated my ears softly at night, and I couldn't tell what was a dream and what was reality.

When I was washing my face in the morning, I suddenly noticed that my nails were painted with shiny lavender nail polish. I never wear this stuff. I couldn't help but feel puzzled. When I returned to the bedroom, I found a bottle of nail polish on my bedside.

Suddenly I felt something cold on my back, so I picked up the nail polish and threw it away, and also picked the nail polish off my hands.

I still played the piano for a while and then went to sleep. Tonight, the sound of the piano was as dreamy as a dream. I seemed to hear it coming from the living room, but I couldn't wake up.

I felt extremely tired in the morning and had not slept well for several nights. When I was washing my face, I was surprised to find that lavender nail polish on my nails again. A cold air rushed from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. I hurriedly went to the bedroom to see what was on the bedside.

There was the bottle of nail polish that I had obviously thrown away.

I quickly called my friend from the music school. This thing was so weird. I asked her about my senior sister. She said that her senior sister committed suicide because she was under too much pressure to participate in an important performance.

I was shocked and asked her if she used to like to wear lavender nail polish. My friend said she didn't know this and had never noticed it.

This piano is so unlucky. Could it be that the owner of the music store lied to me that it was a second-hand piano? I called home, and my parents asked a knowledgeable friend to come and see it, and they said that it was indeed a refurbished piano. I suddenly felt cold all over my body, as if

The owner of the dead piano was looking at me silently in a corner of the house.

I told my parents about the strange thing that happened to me. They thought that I had bought a refurbished piano and they thought I didn't want it anymore. They persuaded me for a while and then left. I was left alone with the weird piano.

I stopped touching it at night and went to bed early. The sound of the piano came to my ears again at night, and the sound was much louder. I was awakened and found that the person playing the piano was actually me. I was dressed in white.

I wore a dress, makeup for the performance, and a light purple color on my nails. I sat in front of the piano and played uncontrollably.

The next day, my parents anxiously rushed downstairs where I lived and only saw my body that had fallen downstairs. My eyes were wide open, and my white dress was stained red with blood, which had dried up.

Later, the piano returned to the piano shop, and a middle-aged man was renovating it. He was the senior's father. He stroked the piano and said sadly: "Daughter, four more people will die and absorb their souls."
Chapter completed!