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Good reads in this thread. Thanks for the post, Eddy.
One afternoon way back when I was maybe 13, way before ipods or smartphones or anything like that...my mom, little sisters, and myself were preparing to have lunch on the front porch since it was a beautiful sunny day. It was just us. No one else was home at the time. And we happened to notice that the upright piano, which was just inside the front door in the living room, a note was being played randomly.
My mom told me to go get the cat off the piano. I shook my head, "silly cat" and went inside. Well, I discovered the cat wasn't even in the room, and the keyboard cover was pulled down. The TV was off. I told her so, and she was like "oh, come on" thinking I was being silly. I told her to come and look.
So she came inside (sisters stayed on the porch enjoying lunch, not in the least interested) and we were both like "hmm, I wonder how its playing?" I lifted the keyboard cover and none of the keys were moving. Yet, the sound continued like someone pressing and holding a single note every 3 seconds or so, with the typical attack and sustain one would expect. It never varied from the one note.
I put my hand on the side of the piano and told her "its not even coming from the piano." Again she didn't believe me, and was like "give me a break." I told her to put her hand on the side of the piano and feel that its not vibrating. She did, and we were both like "huh, that's strange." I lifted the top cover and looked down at the strings, and no hammer was moving and no string was vibrating. She was like "but its got to be coming from the piano." I found the note that we were hearing on the keyboard and hit it in rapid succession, which had no effect on the continuing note we were hearing. And I was like "see, it can't be coming from the piano." Yet, the sound continued right in front of us.
We both stood there looking at it, kinda perplexed, trying to figure out what was going on. Then I turned my head to the side, and I said "wait, its not even coming from the piano anymore." The source of the sound seemed to be slowly moving away and fading in volume at the same time. I followed it to the kitchen door, which at that point it faded away completely.
We both kinda looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to the front porch and continued our lunch. We never thought much of anything about it, aside from "hmm, that was strange." Nothing like that had ever happened before, or since.
Looking back on it as an adult, I have no explanation. A glitch in the matrix? Ghost? And if I hadn't experienced it myself, I would have said "bull-fucking-shit."
TLDR: piano was playing, even as it was examined and confirmed to not be playing.
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