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I Hear Music Through my Walls (Part 2)

Hi all. I would have posted this yesterday, but I ran into the 24-hour rule.


I slept in the car last night, even though I nearly froze. I just couldn't take the idea of staying in that house again. I'm really freaked out. And what makes things worse: my mom won't even talk to me about it. I tried bringing it up, but when I told her about how I went over to the other side of the duplex, she just yelled at me. She claims she doesn't hear music and she said that if we can't get tenants, it's my fault! I don't know what I was supposed to do.

At least today was a school day. (So weird to think that, right?) I tried to see if someone couldn't let me crash, but I'm still not close enough with anyone. Not that it mattered.

A couple people on this forum suggested that there might be a dead girl in my house (including one jerk who claimed that this was all my fault), so I stopped by the library after school. If I can find why it's haunted, maybe I could do something about it, right? They had old newspapers on microfiche, going all the way back to the 1890's. I don't know if I was lucky or not, but I did manage to find a story about the people who used to live here. You can see the paper (here). It's weird, the Anderson family got a huge headline and the main picture even though the second front page story is about Al Capone. I guess the girl's disappearance was more important for some reason.

In case you can't read it, the headline says "SEARCH FOR MISSING ANDERSON GIRL CALLED OFF AFTER THREE MONTHS." The story then talks about how one of the girls in the Anderson family (Sara, their older daughter) disappeared and hadn't been seen again. This was especially tragic since it looks like their other daughter died earlier that year, though I can't find much on why. There's just a basic obit that doesn't talk about how she died.

The family was supposed to be pretty important in town. The dad was like this banker, and the mom was (and this part really freaks me out) was a piano teacher. It says that the girl hadn't been seen in months when the police finally gave up. I haven't found anything else about either the Anderson family or any other clues about Sara Anderson.

I was also able to talk the librarian into letting me copy a picture from their town history exhibit. This is the picture of the Anderson girls in front of their house (here). It looks like it is the same one that is in the newspaper. This is a picture of my house I took earlier today (here). It's pretty obvious they're the same one.

When I got home, my mom was already there. She should have still been at work, but there she was, sitting at the kitchen table. She was acting really weird, too, talking about practicing and an "upcoming performance." I tried to ask her what she was talking about, but she just repeated how I needed to keep working if I wanted to be any good. Good at what?

She did say that we're going to have some tenants, which is good. Hopefully, she'll be less stressed when we get some more money flowing in. Even with everything going wrong, I think things will be better if there are more people in this house, if we aren't always so alone.

I was able to avoid my mom for the rest of the day, which I think was a good thing. She's started acting pretty weird. I even caught her talking to herself. I've never seen her act this way, even when she got into fights with dad. She looks like a total wreck.

But the part that really freaked me out was that she bought a piano. It's one of those old, small ones. You know the type: about the size of a small bookshelf, maybe four-and-a-half, five foot tall. There's always one in the local rec. center, hasn't been tuned in a decade. But this one wasn't at a rec. center, it was in the middle of our main hallway.

I saw that and I almost wet myself. What the hell is going on in my house? What is my mom even doing?


The good news is that last night I didn't see anything strange, just the piano music. The piano's still there, but no little girls with missing faces. I guess that's a small favor. Maybe. This whole thing is just, just messed up.

One of you asked me if I could tell what song I could hear through the walls. I couldn't figure it out. It sounds pretty easy though? I mean, it isn't "chopsticks" easy, but maybe it's really hard.

I was able to make a recording of it (here), which I guess is a good thing. I'm sorry about the quality, but there really isn't anything I can do about it. I will not go back into the tenant's side of the house. It has nothing to do with someone wanting to rent that place either. After last night I'm scared. I'm really, really scared.

Anyway, I needed to record it through the wall. I'm afraid my mic caught a little noise, and I don't know how to clean up the recording. I can't get rid of that "shhh" in the background. I tried using some software and there was a tool called "noise reduction," but that just made the entire thing softer.

Can someone here please tell me what song this is? I don't recognize it, but I don't know anything about piano music. No idea if that will help, but it can't hurt. Meanwhile, I'm going to try to stay out of sight for the next couple of days. I'm still pretty freaked out, and things are only getting worse.

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