Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-5543592-20190803213423

The piano grew more fluid as Morgan progressed, the complexity of the notes increasing. Chords chained together, rising to a crescendo.

A scream bubbled up from somewhere. A low, harrowing sound that grew higher and louder until the voice went raw and died off.

Fingers fell on heavy, deep notes, each chasing the last. There was a consistent rhythm now, like a story was being woven.

She could see more another doorway up ahead. The hallway dead-ended, but there was a large entryway to her left, and seemed to look in on a dining room of some kind (she wasn't quite close enough to see yet).

Judging by what she knew of the house's box like shape, the room to her left must've been located near the center of the house, and the wall to her right bordered the outside.