this sounds like lovecraft – べんきょうしなければならない

write-it-motherfuckers:

Late at night, when everyone else has long since gone to sleep, you can hear a soft melody begin. Tonight, you decide that you can’t stand the curiosity any longer. You know you will be in deep trouble if you’re caught, but something about that music always tugs at your soul.

Carefully, you creep your way down through the building, avoiding the spots where you know the floor creaks, and keeping to the shadows as best as you can. Finally, you find yourself reaching the old sealed off section. The area beyond this, holds quite a few old practice studios and classrooms, including what was once a music room.

No one talks about what happened here, leaving most of your generation completely in the dark. Even from here though, you can see the dark scars on the floor and ceiling, from where fire ate away at the structure. A few have asked why this section was not just rebuilt, but the answer never comes, and the punishment is usually severe.

Worrying your lip between your teeth, you carefully tug at the boards and panels as you make your way along, grinning triumphantly when you find a loose section. After quite a bit of squirming, you manage to get inside, the chill instantly biting at your skin through your thin clothes.

With a shiver, you carry on, walking carefully through the scorched halls, until you reach what was once a large music room. Inside, a faint light shines, illuminating a grand piano, and someone sitting before it. Even from here, you can tell that you have never seen them before, and carefully, you sneak in further, hiding as you listen to the beautiful music.

Something about it soothes you, and you unintentionally start relaxing, eyes closing as you hide, letting the music flow over you. Your mind continues to wander, as you stand there, wondering just who this stranger is, and why they stay in this horrible place. You would do anything to be away from your so called caretakers, and with such a beautiful skill, you’re certain this person could go anywhere they pleased.

All of a sudden, you realise that everything is silent, feeling the hairs rise up on the back of your neck. Eyes snapping open, you find the stranger standing directly in front of you, having found your hiding place with apparent ease. The darkness of the room only serves to hide their features and expression from you, casting a dark silhouette.

A startled and frightened sound escapes you as you stumble back quickly, knowing that close contact with anyone means pain, only to trip over the debris that you had so carefully avoided when you entered, sharp pain flaring up your leg as you fall.