I live in Albany, New York. The whole thing started last month. I was in my bedroom, like I usually am after school, doing homework. I started to hear music, bone-chilling piano music. I figured that my father must be playing the piano downstairs. I ignored it at first. Then I began to hear footsteps running down the hallway. I instantly knew it was my younger brother kidding again with his friends. I put that one aside... until the footsteps got louder and I couldn't help but checking it out.
I looked in the hallway and my brother was nowhere to be found. I went back into my bedroom. Then I heard soft violin music with the piano. No problem, I thought, my sister plays violin. All through the next hour, I heard footsteps, the piano and the violin. I decided I was going downstairs to tell them to be quieter.
When I came downstairs, my mom was in the kitchen.
"Hey, are dad and Lia having 'band practice'?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"We sold the piano last week," my mom said, looking at me cross.
"Well, is John here?" I asked.
"Honey, your brother is at basketball practice."
"Hey, Christie," my sister Lia said.
"Where is your violin?" I asked her.
"I left it at Vanessa's house," she said, staring at me strangely also.
That's when I knew it... there was a ghost in my house!