Lynchville
It has been a couple of months since I last talked to anyone. Let me tell you, it could have been worse. The days and nights in this place are giving me the calm and tranquility that I need to unrest. But there is something that is bothering me. I wish I could be on the outside now. Don't despair, paranoia is everywhere.
Guys the size of rats, came running down the corridors of my mind. And rats the size of cats was eating their way through my cd collection. I was very scared then. But I'm better now. Here, where I'm safe. No need to shout, I can hear quite clearly. Inside a piano, everybody can here you scream. Play that again Sam, I'm digging here. Lots of people have asked, Why did you do it Johnny? All I can say is, you would have done the same if you were me.
It all started on the twelfth of never, long before any of this. The blue was moon and the shining were stars. The night was left to it's own devices. No wonder it was defenseless. I couldn't speak more loud. It came from the sewers and crawled into our lives to stay there forever. As the creature was descending onto this earh you could hear it's sick breathing. Every man and woman in town knew what had to be done. It was time for the blaming game. Who was responsible for this wondrous beast? Who had brought it here? And why couldn't it brush it's teeth like everybody else? Of course I was the first one to be suspected. I was after all the only one who actually knew the monster. He's name was Harry and he used to baby-sit my brother, until he ate him. I can tell you, my mother was not pleased with that, she was saving him for christmas. Anyway, me and Harry had gotten on splendidly, he didn't mind me being a humpback geek and I didn't mind his extreme hairyness or he's stinkfoot, even he's breath smelled like flowers to me. It must have been love. Unfortunately, beastly lovers are not looked upon with anything but contempt in this part of the country. We were lucky to get as long time as we got. When they finally caught him and killed him I cried. And then they went after me, apparently I was guilty by association, especially the kind of association we had been having. For seven weeks I was like a hunted animal, I wasn't safe anywhere, every friend turned out to be an enemy, every cat was ratting me out. I was chanceless. Eventually I found this piano and I've been hiding here ever since.
I must say that the acoustics in this piano is great. When the mother of the house plays on it I feel like I'm in heaven. When the kid plays on the other hand... Horror, my eardrums feel like they are about to burst. It doesn't happen too often though. Most of the time they all just leave me alone, or they leave the piano alone, which amounts to the same thing.