The Reminiscences of a Gone Melody

A house that had been abandoned by time stood on the edge of the woods in a small town between hills. The old mansion was falling apart, with boarded-up windows and ivy growing on its stone walls. The music was the only thing that everyone in the town was certain of, even though no one remembered who had lived there or why it had been abandoned.

The woods were filled with the faint sound of a piano playing each night as the clock struck midnight. It wasn't loud, but it was clear enough to sound like the delicate notes of an old melody being played by a person who had long since disappeared.

When young Amelia first arrived in the town, she had heard rumors about the music. She was warned not to go near the mansion by the locals, who spoke of it with a mixture of reverence and fear. They stated, "It's cursed." "Do not investigate."

But Amelia was a curious individual who was always looking for stories. She had recently left the chaos of the city and moved to the town to start over. She could not resist the pull of the mystery and the music's concept.

Amelia heard it one evening after a particularly long day of unpacking and settling in. The piano's faint, mesmerizing notes. She was unable to continue ignoring the call at just after midnight. She put on her boots, grabbed a flashlight, and headed for the woods.

The overgrown and narrow path leading to the mansion was blocked by trees that extended out like skeletal arms in an effort to obstruct her path. The music got louder as she got closer to it. Despite being unlike any other song she had ever heard, it nonetheless felt familiar. She felt a deep sense of loss and longing as a result of it.

The door was slightly open when Amelia finally got to the mansion, as if to welcome her inside. After a brief pause, she forced the door open and entered. As she moved deeper into the house, the floors creaked under her weight and the air was thick with dust. She followed the sound, her heart racing with anticipation, as she suspected that the music was coming from within.

She found the room at the far end of a grand hallway. A figure was sitting at an old, beat-up piano when the door opened. It was a woman with her back to Amelia and a grace that seemed out of place for someone who clearly was not alive as she moved her fingers across the keys. The woman's white dress glowed faintly in the room's dim lighting, and her long hair fell down her back like a river of midnight.

Amelia stared in awe as the woman played as she stood frozen in the doorway. The melody was beautiful but also sad, like a song about lost love and broken dreams. Amelia felt herself swaying to the rhythm for a brief moment, as if the melody was lulling her into a trance. The music had a hypnotic quality to it.

"Who do you mean?" Amelia, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, spoke in a whisper.

With her fingers hovering above the keys, the woman ceased playing. Amelia gasped as she turned her head slowly. The woman's eyes were dark and hollow, as if she had not seen light in years, and her face was pale. Amelia was however most taken aback by the sadness in her gaze.

The woman spoke softly but clearly, "I am the keeper of memories." "I once existed, a long time ago. However, I am now nothing more than a ghost, bound to this location by my music.

The woman's words weighed heavily on Amelia's heart, so she moved closer. "What took place to you?"

As she gently brushed the piano keys, the woman's gaze veered toward it. "I once worked as a composer. I wrote music that could heal the deepest wounds and spoke to the heart. However, I was betrayed and my music was taken away. I was consumed by the immense pain of that betrayal, and I passed away with my music unfinished."

Amelia was moved to feel empathy for the woman. She was able to comprehend the agony of loss and lost ambitions. "Do you still play because of that?"

The woman gave a nod and put her fingers back on the keys. "Yes. I play to keep in mind. to preserve the music even in the absence of its listeners. All that is left of who I was is the music."

Amelia let the mesmerizing melody wash over her as she stood still for a while. Compassion for a soul that had passed away was something she hadn't anticipated when she arrived at the mansion in search of answers.

Amelia said softly, "You don't have to be alone." "You don’t have to play all the time."

Her empty eyes were filled with something that looked like hope as she looked at her. I have waited so long for someone to comprehend.

That brought an end to the music.

Amelia was aware that she had done something that would alter everything during the resulting silence.