Music Box

While Karima was out, I played so vigorously on the piano in her apartment. I had been on it for hours and I did not plan to stop anytime soon. 

At some point, I relaxed my finger muscles and played a solemn piece I had always played right from my learning days. I knew how to play it best! And so that was what I planned to play for Jordan Reign.

After an extra hour of rehearsing, I took my fingers off the piano. If I stayed any more minute, my fingers could become stiff and eventually mess up the real performance. 

I glanced at the time and saw that it was 2 at midnight. I sighed gently and I looked around, standing up from the bench I sat on. 

My body was almost numb. It was my first time staying this long at her apartment, being there even. Her apartment's theme was a bit plainer than mine and I guessed she had a bland taste, but everything there was luxurious.

I walked to her kitchen to get a glass of water as I was dehydrated, then as I gulped down the natural liquid, I heard some interesting and attention-catching sound coming from the direction of a door. It had to be Karima's room and because it was, I did not have any intention to go there. I was not interested in intruding her private space.

I stopped hearing the sound for a while and was surprised, trying hard to keep my curiosity within control. I rinsed the glass and returned it to its rack then picked my hoodie and planned to leave. As I got to the entrance door, it started it again, this time louder. 

"What's that supposed to be?" I muttered to myself and without realizing it, I found my way to her room and pushed the door open. A part of me was scared but curiosity made me do it.

I looked around the bedroom for where the sound was coming from, then I sighted the music box on the dressing table. I furrowed my brows as I walked in further.

It was a horse-shaped music box. I had never seen something like that before and so it seemed stunning to it. I placed my fingers on it gently, the sound was indeed coming from it. The moment my hand touched it, the sound stopped.

Subconsciously, I crinkled my brows, confused as to why it stopped making the sound. Before I knew it, I heard the door shut instantly. 

I turned around swiftly, I had left the door open but it got shut like a gushing wind had hit it. 

I was the only one in that apartment so who was trying to play pranks with me? I left the dressing table, heading for the door but before I got there, I felt a cold, windy presence. 

I turned around shivering in fear, to see what it was. My heart was literally pounding loudly, so loud that anyone around could even hear it. 

 Right behind the bed frame, I saw a huge figure standing. This figure had some elements moving around it like ice so rapidly that I could not see its face or even tell if it was a female or not. It had two flaming swords crossed in its hands. 

I released a scream out of fear and some confusing piano keys resounded in my ears.

I opened my eyes to see my head laid on the piano, playing some coffee keys continuously by the pressure laid on it.

I looked around, I was sitting on the bench behind the piano. What just happened? A moment ago, I was in Karima's room, faced by a swordsman spirit, so how come I was here?

I stood up and stared at Karima's bedroom door. Was it a dream? No, it felt super real so how could it be a dream?

My own instincts kicked in and I just wanted to get out of there already, but as I picked up my hoodie, I suddenly felt my throat go dry.

It was so bad that I could not wait to at least get a drop of water. Hurriedly, I moved to the kitchen area to get water but I still had my senses. This same thing happened in that vision, and I wanted to stop myself from taking that water. But it felt like if I did not drink it, I would die so without further thoughts, I gulped down the water, watching out for any kind of sound.

Funny enough, I had no sound think I was done drinking from the cup. I was taken aback a bit, but I guessed it was a good thing.

I left there, picked my hoodie and set out for my own apartment, but my curiosity would not let me go scot free. 

As I walked past her door, my curiosity was piqued greatly and I wanted to see if really, there was a music box in her room. Gently, I opened the door and from where I stood, scanned the room. The dressing table was my first target, actually but to my utmost surprise, there was nothing like a music box there. It was only filled with makeup products.

I crinkled my brows, feeling so surprised and unbelieving. As I was about to close the door, my eyes caught something on the floor, close to the bed. 

 'Queens music box' was written on the package. My heart skipped the moment I saw it and I jammed the door.

"I refuse to see further." I declared under shaky breath as I rushed out of the apartment. 

 I had never been so scared. I was greatly relieved when I got out of the unit and saw a few people moving around. 

"Ughhh."

I headed down to my own floor and to my apartment. It was almost 3 AM and I had not had enough sleep, I was even choked up with a traumatizing vision. What an eventful night.

I went to bed in fear, but got comforted with thoughts of the life performance I would have for Jordan Reign that morning. I got curled up in my white sheets and forced myself to sleep.