Alone in the Opera House
Fantastical notes of gloom filled the orchestra pit
Who was playing? No one was here. Except Paul.
He felt spooked after searching for the source.
A gremlin band, a ghost trio, a zombie orchestra?
The music was deliberate, harsh, off beat, nonharmonic
The hair on the back of Paul’s neck rose almost an inch
He felt threatened, for he knew he was alone here.
Or was he?
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