The Piano (excerpt)
As I grew older and less in tune with my otherworldly surroundings the events became fewer and farther between. The sightings had nearly stopped by the summer before my thirteenth birthday. Life had gone on. I'd grown up, and everyone moved on from the strange little blonde girl who saw dead people. We moved to the country that summer.
I stopped dead in my tracks when the door swung open and the piano seat sat vacant. Immediately, the music stopped and the house was as silent as it always was that time of the day. My gut sank to my feet. A life I’d all but forgotten had found me alone in the middle of nowhere.
Why in the hell did we move here?