The night went as Julianna had expected. Their flirtations were fueled by liquor and not even an hour into Maddy’s visit the two had fallen into bed together. Her bed. Glasses and cigars and a half empty bottle of rum abandoned in the kitchen. Maddy and Owen were loud and sloppy. Julianna continued to blame it on the liquor. She didn’t watch them. Though she could have and it would be a lie to say she wasn’t the least bit curious.
She’d never shared such a moment, herself.
After helping herself to a glass of their discarded alcohol, Julianna pouted at her piano. The pairs cries and movements echoed from the upstairs. His neighbors should be thankful there’s so much space between them, the annoyed ghost thought bitterly. She looked up at her portrait, remembering how Owen had complimented her features. Despite her agitation, she’d taken the compliment to heart. It was nice to still be pretty a century after she died.
Complimenting women just seemed to be a thing he did, however. Another Hart man in her bed with a woman who wasn’t her. She seemed to be cursed this way.
Night had fallen and the house was cast in darkness by the time Maddy and Owen had had their fill of each other. Julianna still sat at the piano, running her fingers lightly over the keys. Her pinky pressed against one, the hammer struck within the instrument and a high pitched note resonated in the space of the parlor. She continued this way, one keening note over and over in a slow cadence.
“Do you hear that?” Maddy rolled over and nudged Owen’s shoulder. She didn’t know how long they’d been asleep. Her hair was a mess and her skin had a lingering stickiness. “Owen,” she whispered sharply, trying to rouse him. “Do you hear that?”
He mumbled something, likely brushing off her concerns as he rolled over and slung an arm around her waist. He tried to pull her against him, but she resisted. She was wide awake and curious.
She’d of course heard the rumors of the house being haunted.
Pushing his arm off, Maddy slipped out of the bed. She located her clothing and dressed quickly. She followed that singular tone downstairs and towards the parlor.
Julianna could hear her footsteps, as quiet as she was trying to be. Regardless, she was attuned to the house in some way. She was always aware of its occupants and their movements within. Tentative steps down the stairs. Julianna halted her note. Fingers rearranged themselves into a more proper position.
It was perhaps, cliche and a bit overblown, to being playing the funeral march from Chopin’s Piano Sonata No. 2, but Julianna, a ghost trapped in her own home as it was defiled by a Hart and his urges, was feeling a bit cliche and overblown.
Maddy halted on the stairs.
Julianna continued to play, she was smirking all the while. A terror had struck the other woman and she could feel it. At some point she’d manifested herself physically. Able to be seen by the living. By the time Maddy had willed herself to peek around the open door of the foyer, Julianna had reached the interlude of the piece.
Maddy could only see the head of the player. A woman, cast mostly in darkness with rolling curls that fell over her shoulders. “W-who are you? What are you doing here?”
She was trying to be strong, brave. Julianna scoffed, leaning into the notes. She played for a few seconds longer, until Maddy opened her mouth to interrupt her again. The music stopped abruptly. Julianna slammed the cover over the keys again and Maddy jumped with a yelp.
“You shouldn’t beer here,” Julianna accused. A cold breeze affronted the blonde in the doorway.
Maddy screamed.
She’d never shared such a moment, herself.
After helping herself to a glass of their discarded alcohol, Julianna pouted at her piano. The pairs cries and movements echoed from the upstairs. His neighbors should be thankful there’s so much space between them, the annoyed ghost thought bitterly. She looked up at her portrait, remembering how Owen had complimented her features. Despite her agitation, she’d taken the compliment to heart. It was nice to still be pretty a century after she died.
Complimenting women just seemed to be a thing he did, however. Another Hart man in her bed with a woman who wasn’t her. She seemed to be cursed this way.
Night had fallen and the house was cast in darkness by the time Maddy and Owen had had their fill of each other. Julianna still sat at the piano, running her fingers lightly over the keys. Her pinky pressed against one, the hammer struck within the instrument and a high pitched note resonated in the space of the parlor. She continued this way, one keening note over and over in a slow cadence.
“Do you hear that?” Maddy rolled over and nudged Owen’s shoulder. She didn’t know how long they’d been asleep. Her hair was a mess and her skin had a lingering stickiness. “Owen,” she whispered sharply, trying to rouse him. “Do you hear that?”
He mumbled something, likely brushing off her concerns as he rolled over and slung an arm around her waist. He tried to pull her against him, but she resisted. She was wide awake and curious.
She’d of course heard the rumors of the house being haunted.
Pushing his arm off, Maddy slipped out of the bed. She located her clothing and dressed quickly. She followed that singular tone downstairs and towards the parlor.
Julianna could hear her footsteps, as quiet as she was trying to be. Regardless, she was attuned to the house in some way. She was always aware of its occupants and their movements within. Tentative steps down the stairs. Julianna halted her note. Fingers rearranged themselves into a more proper position.
It was perhaps, cliche and a bit overblown, to being playing the funeral march from Chopin’s Piano Sonata No. 2, but Julianna, a ghost trapped in her own home as it was defiled by a Hart and his urges, was feeling a bit cliche and overblown.
Maddy halted on the stairs.
Julianna continued to play, she was smirking all the while. A terror had struck the other woman and she could feel it. At some point she’d manifested herself physically. Able to be seen by the living. By the time Maddy had willed herself to peek around the open door of the foyer, Julianna had reached the interlude of the piece.
Maddy could only see the head of the player. A woman, cast mostly in darkness with rolling curls that fell over her shoulders. “W-who are you? What are you doing here?”
She was trying to be strong, brave. Julianna scoffed, leaning into the notes. She played for a few seconds longer, until Maddy opened her mouth to interrupt her again. The music stopped abruptly. Julianna slammed the cover over the keys again and Maddy jumped with a yelp.
“You shouldn’t beer here,” Julianna accused. A cold breeze affronted the blonde in the doorway.
Maddy screamed.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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