Jon had just moved into a beautiful white house with huge French windows. An old piano stood in the corner of the living room. It belonged to the previous owners. A few months passed. One night, Jon heard the sound of the piano. He ran into the living room, thinking it was his father. But an old man with crooked teeth, blood red eyes and dirty, old coat sat on the piano. Jon screamed. As soon as his parents came running, the old man had disappeared. The next night, Jon’s father saw Jon sitting on the piano. “Why are you not in your bed, Jon?” demanded his father. “The old man is teaching me to play the piano,” said Jon with a toothy grin. Stunned, Jon’s father looked around. There was no old man. Jon’s father took him to the bed and sold the old piano the next day itself.
The Piano
