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The Merry-Go-Round
With melancholy strength, she pushed one of the horses on her toy merry-go-round. The others moved in unison, and soon Beethoven’s “Fur Elise” wove about the room. Finding the song peaceful, she danced along with ease, letting her fears release into the atmosphere that was her bedroom. Her silky-white robe pranced lightly above her knees, caressing her once frail sorrow in a blanket of rapture.
As if the music pushed her, she unlocked the golden hinges upon her French window and stepped outside. The snow silently graced itself on her pallid skin, giving her the resemblance of an ethereal being. The song from the merry-go-round sand louder now, giving its own orchestra of beauty in the solemn night. With inviolability, she spun about on the roof, passing under the weeping arms of the Evergreen trees.
Closing her crystal eyes, she let her tears die upon her eyelashes and give way to long, slow sleep. Her bare feet slipped and leapt forward, plunging to the icy ground below. A soft, subtle thump accompanied the song, and as it sank, the merry-go-round still twirled.
“So what’s wrong with this house? It seems so perfect!” Elise Silean added she pushed open the wooden kitchen door. A gasp emitted from her scarlet lips as her eyes laid sight upon the marble décor.
“Well from what I’ve heard, it’s haunted,” Her sister, Bethany, said behind her, as she was admiring the beautiful carvings upon the walls.
“Haunted? By what?” A tone of fear rose in Elise’s voice.
“They say there was this little girl who lived in this house. She lived with her dad, as her mom had died giving birth to her. Her dad was extremely abusive, and always came home in drunken slurs. I heard that he even raped her...”
Both Bethany and Elise quivered as pangs of empathy shot through them.
Bethany went on- “She only had one prize possession, and that was her porcelain merry-go-round. It was her mother’s when she was a child, and she took it upon herself to protect it from her father. One night, when her father was unconscious on the floor below, she opened her widow and jumped to her death. Suicide was her only answer. Poor little thing...”
With a nod, Elise turned to the stairs and climbed up, followed by her sister.
Examining the closed doors, she picked one at the end of the long stretch of the hallway. After a brief trod over to it, she hesitantly placed her delicate hand on the knob. When she opened the door, another gasp emitted from her. The room was gorgeous, filled with gossamer white carpet and walls, a beautiful window, a pale desk with a mirror on it, and a white bed with golden bed posts.
Turning to admire the bronze closet doors, the mirror to her right reflected something into her eye. She whirled around to notice a small, porcelain merry-go-round. Calls from the hallway emerged from her sister, but she ignored it and took slow steps to the toy. With a swift hand, she spun it, and immediately her favorite song “Fur Elise” (because when she was little she thought the song was written about her) inundated her ears. With slight terror and curiosity, she turned to the open window, which before was closed. The volume of the song increased as a wisp of white silk swept past the window view.
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