I shoot up from my bed as sweat pours down my face. I look around, fearing that one of the coal-black shadows in my dream would look up at me through the darkness. I turn on my lamp. Nothing is there. All I can hear is the wind howling outside. Every muscle in my body is tense, and I’m ready to burst out screaming. Hours seem to pass, and I’m still sitting upright in my bed trembling with fear.
I start to hear faint, almost unreal music. It’s sad, and has no particular melody, and it sounds like it’s being played on solid metal. Each note echoes through the house. I get out of bed, and start up the stairs. Each step I take, the music gets louder. At the top, I peek over the counters. Nothing is there. So I walk through the kitchen, the music now sadder, and much louder.
I walk into the dining room. As I enter, I see three strange, deformed, metal statues holding instruments. Their long, thin arms moving slowly to the beat of the music. Their faces are long, and show no emotion at all. Although the music is sad and not appealing in any way, something about it holds me in place. Time passes. The statues end their song. They move back to their original positions.
I just sit there. The sad song plays over and over in my head. I make my way back down to my room, but I don’t sleep. The rest of the night, I lay in bed listening to the statue’s song that is still ringing in my ears.
