Muse Magic

“And finally to my nephew Waldo,” the lawyer read out loud. “I leave the house on Beacon Street. I know how much you love that house.”

Flattered he was remembered in his uncle’s will, but Waldo hated that house. He only said he loved it when Uncle Charles asked Waldo about it. It was cold and chilling and spooky as hell.

A cold chill came over Waldo as he walked through the door. He swallowed hard and continued in. He could hear organ music. Which was strange, he didn’t see an organ. It was very faint, but clearly organ music. Where was it coming from?

Listening hard, he made his way to the basement thinking it was coming from there. The music gradually got louder with every step. The music stopped once he reached the bottom of the stairs. The stairway came crashing to the floor, and the walls began to sway.

Waldo used his full body weight to pry the door leading outside. He stood in the back yard and watched the old house crumble to the ground.