The music frightened him; he ran to the shed, and grabbed an axe off the wall, and then walked into the house. The piano was playing by itself, just like in his dream. He raised the axe over his head, and brought it down with mighty force, smashing the top of the piano. He raised the axe again, and brought it down again, and again, and again. He did this until the music had stopped. Unlike in his dream, he was able to stop the music.
“What are you doing?” Sara’s voice said from behind him.
Peter jumped out of his boots, and turned, but it wasn’t Sara behind him, it was… Mattie Madelyn. Yet the voice was Sara’s.
“You’ve destroyed my piano.” Mattie said, in Sara’s voice. “Why did you do that?”
Peter’s face was white. No words came to him.
Mattie continued, “It’s alright though… it’s all fixed.” “Minuet” started playing again. Peter turned around to see the piano in magnificent shape again. The song began to play louder and louder.
“You see Peter,” Mattie said, still in Sara’s voice, “this is my island. And this is Sara’s island now, too. She’s in here with me, and I’m with her, we are one in the same now, and you can’t destroy me, and you’re going to pay for what you did to her… just like those people in your dream paid for what they did to me a hundred years ago. It looks like you’re in immense trouble Peter.” Mattie ran her cold, dead fingers down Peter’s cheek, she continued, “I’m not going to kill you though. You’re going to do that to yourself. I made a whole town kill themselves, and a small mind like your is no match for me. It may be tomorrow or it may be next week, but this piece of music will drive you mad. There’s no escaping it. Your boat is gone, and you can’t swim… Sara told me that. So, Peter, have a good day, and sweet dreams.”
Mattie walked out the front door, and Peter never saw her again. The music kept playing, and playing. Peter tried once again to destroy the piano, but it rebuilt itself, and played louder, and louder… and louder.
Night fell; Peter was running around the woods searching for peace. He ran and ran, and no matter how fast or how far he ran the music played. The volume never wavered. And when day broke; Peter was face down in the water, floating out to sea. He never had a chance. The island was, again, deserted, and silent. But you can bet the next time someone sets foot on the island’s grounds… Mattie Madelyn, and her piano will take care of them too.
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