Ghost Stories

I moved into a new house in the valley in California near the mountains. My parents left to go shopping and left me and my little two-year-old sister at home. As any older brother would do, I just sat lazily in front of the TV, watching Scare Tactics, while my little sister played with her toys. One of her toys fell down into the basement, and she came up to me complaining to go and get it. So, I go downstairs and turn on the light and notice an old dusty piano across the room. Just out of curiosity, I went up and opened it and messed around with the keys a little bit. My sister was behind me and wanted to play around with the keys too. I figured if it would shut her up, I’d just let her play. I went back upstairs, listening to her playing pointless tunes. Once I was on the couch, I couldn't believe what I heard. It was either coming from the TV or the basement - a sad, mysterious kind of song. I thought to myself, " Nah, its just the TV," so, I shout to my sister, "Treasure, is that you playing the piano!?" and she said, " No!" At this time, I was thinking to myself, "I told you so." Then, unexpectedly, I heard her say, "It was Nicholas!"

Just days later, we left the house (and Nicholas) alone.