This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ---------------------- multipart/alternative attachment OK, guys & gals... Very strange experience this evening. I had to work late...not my usu= al MO. It was the old Johnson place up on East Sharp Park hill. I re= ceived a note telling me where to go and where the key would be hidden.= I arrived at the appointed time...6 pm. It was unusally dark this = evening...end of day light savings I guess...I found the key under the = gargoyle on the porch. That was weird enough. I could have sworn th= e eyes were following me as I moved to the door. What a door!! Huge, = black oak planks held together by relentless iron hardware In the cent= er of the door was an enormous iron ring. Just for fun, even though I= had the key, I lifted the knocker and let it fall. B O O M...soundin= g like an amplified, fishless, 5'1" grand in the low tenor...I jumped b= ack and then got my composure and reached for the latch...but the door = moved open without a sound..."wait a minute"...I stepped back and fishe= d in my kit for my trusty 4 inch flash. I rotated the lense and got a= focused beam which I aimed into the front room. I searched for the li= ght switched on both sides, inside the door. Nothing. Interestingly= I could see candlelight emanating from the right side of the stairs. = Carefully moving through the foyer, my service kit and vacuum cleaner h= anging from my shoulders, I could just makeout light coming from below = a door. I was able to move to the door without making a noise. I tur= ned the doorknob and pushed it open. Dark bookshelves lit with candles= ...but no piano. I made my way back into the entry area. To the lef= t was some sort of an office...no piano. Straight ahead was the kitch= en/dining area...no piano. I went back to the foyer and looked up the= winding stairs. They split off about halfway up, to the left and to= the right. Above the stairway split was a immense window. Behind th= e window the waining moon was lit. Having no other way to go, I accen= ded the stairway. At the landing was an open archway leading into the= large room. A perfect place for a...piano. There it was in the corne= r, darkly brooding. I made my way to the piano. It was a square gran= d, seemingly...strange looking...like a coffin. As I approached it sud= denly started moving towards me. The legs...were...taking...steps...th= is was no piano. It WAS a coffin. I turned and ran back towards the = archway. Two doors slammed shut in my face. I turned and tried to ge= t between a sofa and the coffin. It moved towards me with slow, but r= elentless intent. Thinking quickly...I reached into my kit and somewhe= re in the bottom was just what I needed. I pulled my Smith Brothers c= ough drops and stopped the coffin.... Sorry. David Ilvedson, RPT Pacifica, California ---------------------- multipart/alternative attachment An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: https://www.moypiano.com/ptg/pianotech.php/attachments/ec/94/31/95/attachment.htm ---------------------- multipart/alternative attachment--
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