TIFEM’s Halloween Special

The young organist ran all the way home through Trinity Bellwoods in a haste, rushing to get some practice time in before her big gig the following night. She was playing for hundreds of people at the local Halloween Fair. Fittingly, Pink Floyd’s Run Like Hell played in her headphones and helped her pick up the pace until she reached her doorstep and crashed through the door.

Her boyfriend, Jake liked to go to bed early, so as to not disturb him, the young organist packed up everything she thought she would need, including her headphones and went downstairs to practice until she passed out or until her fingers came off. Whichever came first. Vivaldi’s Concerto in C majorplayed in her head as she quickly rummaged through all of her music and prepared to sit down for what would surely be an all nighter.

As the wee hours began to approach, when she realized that she’d left one of the pieces of sheet music upstairs by her bedside, she rose, and climbed the stairs slowly to her bedroom. The creaky staircase was made creepier by the music coming from the bedroom. As her boyfriend slept, The Knife’s A Cherry On Top Played on the mp3 boombox.

The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. She reached the room that her and her boyfriend shared and turned the handle as softly as she could. She pushed the door open just enough to slip inside, so that the hall lights wouldn’t wake him up.

The room was filled with a strange, metallic smell. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking out into chills. There was a strange feeling of malice in the room, as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her.  It was a mind trick; the all-nighter was catching up with her. She was reminded of that old 80’s song calledSomebody’s Watching Me by Rockwell.

She could hear her boyfriend as he lay on the bed. His breathing sounded heavy, almost as if he had been out of breath from running.  He must have picked up a cold during the previous week as the temperature dropped.

The young organist crept along the wall until she reached the bed, groping among the covers and by the night table for the stray sheet of music. In the silence, she could hear a steady drip-drip-drip sound. She sighed silently. The landlord would have to fix the sink in the bathroom…again.

After what seemed like an eternity and then some, she picked up the manuscript softly and withdrew from the room as silently as she could. Ligeti’s Volumina could be heard looming overhead from the upstairs bedroom.

Relieved to be out of the room, she hurried back downstairs, collapsed into an overstuffed chair and practiced until six o’clock. Eventually she decided that enough was enough. If she slipped upstairs now, she could get a couple hours’ sleep before having to be up and at ‘em the next morning.

The first of the sun’s rays were beaming through the windows as she slowly slid the door open, hoping not to awaken her boyfriend. Her nose was met by an earthy, metallic smell a second before her eyes registered the scene in their bedroom. Her boyfriend was spread-eagled on top of the bed against the far wall, his throat cut from ear to ear and his white T-shirt stained with blood. Two drops of blood fell from the saturated blanket with a drip-drip noise that sounded like a leaky faucet.

Scream after scream poured from her mouth, but she couldn’t stop herself any more than she could cease wringing her hands. Cold sweat collected in beads on her forehead.

She was on the verge of fainting, when on the wall above her bed, written in her boyfriends blood, she noticed the words: “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?”

As she lay half conscious, she could hear the faint sounds of Saint-Saens’ Danse Macabre, one of the pieces she had been practicing all night, ringing through her exhausted psyche.

Happy Halloween Everyone!  

We’ll be posting a few other Halloween treats throughout the day.  Stay tuned!