(Canada pov) England closes the door behind him. I glance at the piano, not wanting to 'investigate' it. "I wonder how old this thing is?" I turn my back to the door and look closer at the piano. There are ghostly red stains as if from another lifetime.
The door clicks open, "England your ba-" The thing comes closer. I'm going to die arn't I? I gulp. My body makes me more noticable as I panic. I confront it, "what kind of things do you like to do he-" It slashes my throat, splattering the piano red.
I gasp for air, This is a dream. Maybe if I keep telling myself that I'll wake up at home. It attacks with no mercy, It cuts me until the piano is no longer white. I fall to the ground, no breath, no pulse. My final breath is released and a light washes over me, as soon as the monster takes its first bite.
This is short but it is good...
I guess...