curiousity killed cat

The house is empty. my raw throat is producing quiet murmurs calling out to anyone who may be lurking inside. no one responds. the air is thick. dust from decades gone by disturbed by my echoing cry. “is anyone there?" a large raven outside caws. no one responds. I touch my pale cheeks admiring my reflection in a large antique mirror priceless yet broken.the small gas light dims. I am startled . I pick up a candlestick trembling. “ I am not scared of you. come out whilst you still can” a useless waste of energy and breathe. No one responds. the kitchen door held up by two huge quartz pillars stretching up to the extravagantly carved intricate patterns on the ceiling. the floorboards creek behind me I turn around and a scuttling deters my call for a brief moment before I whisper out a plea, to come out of the shadows. no one responds. I feel adrenaline pumping through the tips of my fingers. I take a deep ragged breath and stiffel a scream.I know it's useless screaming because there is no one for miles around and what do I have to be scared of no one is here.as soon as that thought passes through my mind I out a petrified squeak as clarification “ is Anyone there" no one responds. the candle stick is still clutched in my quivering finger tips. I could cry. my fear stabbing pain into my sickened heart my head pounding with each breath. There is a noise upstairs. A slow yet steady tinkle of a grand pianos carefully constructed handmade keys. I should leave .anyone with half a brain wouldn't dare look back but to my own horror I find myself creeping up the woodworm infested rotting stairs. I stand directly next to the piano. the gentle melody has stopped. “who is there ? ” my voice is no longer timid.aggression to ward of any threat. no one responds. I can barely breathe. panting like a dying wolf . my chest rises and falls in quick secession.colours blur into a blinding white light. dizziness putting me off balance . I put a hand down to stop myself toppling over. my hand collides with the grand piano leaving my ears ringing with a clattering of piano notes. I wish everything would stop. “help!” I cry. no one responds. passed out on the floor I. glass lines the floor where I lay. unconscious. painless to the blood splurting over my face. wheezing through the blood in my mouth.my fingers twitch by themselves possessed by some fiery demons. the old house creaks around me. adrenaline fueling my twitching fingers. my spine penetrated by the pianos pedals. I can't move. the pool of blood around me drowning me. sick from wheezing I am ready to curl up and die. my eyes are shutting. helpless to my inevitable fate. a shadowy figure stoops over me. no energy. lethargy takes over. everything goes black.