The Endless Music
There was music from my neighbour's house through the summer nights. But he was dead. He was an outcast, so nobody noticed him missing. I witnessed that haunting night, when he fell to the ground like a dropped sheet. Stabbed three times in his chest. Laying there in a pool of his glistening blood he that doesn't stop the music.
His house stands alone, mine being the closest. Nobody has gone inside or they would have seen the dead man swimming in his blood. But still the music plays.
That night haunts me every hour of everyday. I can not sleep as the music keeps me awake. That same song over and over again. Why won't the tortuous music end?
I see my neighbour when I leave my house, all he does is stand there smiling like he knows I can't sleep. I believe I will never sleep again. Drip. Drip. Drip. I hear his blood dripping through the floorboards. I know he haunts me with the endless music.
I will never forgive myself for what happened that life-changing night. The night when I plunged a knife into his chest and left him to die.