Morning all. I woke up this morning three minutes before my alarm went off. I don’t know why that always slightly discombobulates me but it does. Admittedly it isn’t hard to throw me off in the mornings. I will just never really be a morning person. But I am awake and ready for the morning prompt. Anyone joining in, please set the timers and lets get going.
Not sure where this is going. I think it might actually be a ghost story. I just have to decide what sort of ghost story.
Thursday, June 6th: The tune was haunting.
The tune was haunting. It hung in the air, an almost visible presence even after he was certain whoever was playing it stopped. He looked around. He could see no one and no sign of a radio or player of any sort. He shook his head. ‘Maybe upstairs,” he thought.
He had only lived in this apartment building a few weeks and already he found sound traveled strangely through the building. He suspected at least one of his neighbors was a musician. Sometimes at night he wondered if he was living in a building filled with musicians as he was certain he could hear multiple instruments being played.
Yet he never saw anyone carrying a violin or guitar. He was fairly certain the music came from some sort of stringed instrument but his knowledge of music was limited. He knew people who played violin in school when they took music class and he had a friend who played guitar in a band. He took various art classes and would have to do a google search if he wanted a list of stringed instruments other than violin or guitar.
He doubted it mattered as none of his neighbors carried any sort of cases that could hold instruments. ‘Maybe they only play at home.’ As always Dan shrugged it off and began unbuttoning his coat. He didn’t mind the music, he just wanted to know what the tune wa as it often stuck in his head. He figured if he could hear it in it’s entirety he would be able to get it out of his mind. He never seemed to catch the entire thing though.
‘Maybe I could record it and get an app to identify it.’ It was an interesting thought but not one that worried him overly much. Aside from occasionally humming it to himself, he didn’t really care much where the music was coming from or who was making it.
‘And if that is the worst I her from my neighbors than I am fine.’ He hung up his coat and walked to his small kitchen. This was the quietest building he had ever lived in. He saw his neighbors occasionally in the hall and they nodded to him, offering him the occasional generic greeting as he passed. Otherwise they kept to themselves. Even the haunting music came only in short bursts and never in a time when he was trying to sleep.
As the last place he lived was loud and chaotic, it made for a nice change and Dan was willing to accept the minor melody stuck in his brain. He rolled up his sleeves and dismissed the music as he peered into the fridge. The pickings were slim but he was certain that he could slap together a sandwich from what remained inside. Putting thought into action he took out the various remains of things and assembled his sandwich.
AS he suspected almost nothing remained when he was done and Dan promised himself that he would go to the grocery the following day when work ended. It wasn’t something he was looking forward to. Normally he loved his work. He did graphic design or a large company and worked with many different clients on many projects. He found it fascinating and challenging. However at the moment the client he was working with was not only indecisive about each set of designs, but he kept changing his mind about what designs he wanted.
Ten til Midnight 