The Rusty Piano

A long time ago, in the town, in the one and only church, there was a piano. The piano was old and rusted, and it was offered to the church as a gift from a neighboring town. It was left to rot in a closet, the church being digusted by it but too polite to refuse a gift.

One day, the town was bombed, along with the church. The only thing left standing was the piano.

A little girl climbed over the debris of her town, a teddy bear in her arms. She had been the only survivor of the bombing, and she had nowhere to go. She spotted the piano, and became curious.

The little girl had never played a piano before. The only piano she had seen was the one the church used, which was now destroyed. She walked up to the piano, and touched a key.

The little girl’s face lit up and she smiled. She played another note. And another. And another. And another.

The next time, however, instead of a note, came a bloodcurling scream. The little girl was gone. The only thing left was the piano, lying next to a tattered teddy bear and an even more tattered red coat.