Murder and Fugue in G Flat Minor

The sound reached a fevered pitch and the shroud of the great hall quivered. Oppressive chandeliers swayed. Resident rodents halted their scampering.

“Stop!! Stop!!”, Maestro screamed. “This disaster cannot go on!! Do you impostors, I will not call you musicians! Do you impostors know anything about the tools you hold in your hands?!”

Silence like the grave.

“Have you ever played an instrument before this moment?! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?! The ears of the universe are offended! Flowers are wilting! The air is saturated with disgust! The dead roll in their crypts!”

Heavy moist darkness filled each soul.

Maestro Inor Breschein is well known for his hatred of anything deemed less than himself, which is everything and everyone. The greatest unknown is how music penned by anyone other than Breschein could ever be considered worthy of his time. Oddly enough, he is not a composer.

“Get out of my sight!! Leave me now!! Don’t take the music!! You are not worthy of it!! Get out!!” he howled until the veins of his face longed to burst.

Inor Breschein stood on the podium with his eyes pinched until the concert hall was completely empty. The door closed for the last time with a loud snap!! The maestro slowly opened his eyes, waiting for them to respond to the light.

He was startled by a dark figure in the wing.

“What are you doing? Get out! I told you to get out!” Breschein screamed.

The shadow did not move.

Maestro stepped from the podium toward it and immediately he was fully alone. He walked behind the curtain and found nothing. Withstanding the uneasy feeling dancing near his mind, he retrieved his coat and walked for the door.

Sensing someone walking behind him, Breschein turned quickly, but saw nothing. He heard laughter coming from the stage.

“Who’s there?!!” he shouted. “Who is there?!!”


Finally reaching the door he found it chained and locked. He shook the chain. “Who did this?!!” he shouted in frustration, trying to fend off fingers of fear reaching for his heart. Breschein ran to another set of doors and found them locked tight.

From inside the auditorium he heard a loud crack and blackness swallowed him. “Turn the lights back on!! I’m still in the building!!” he screamed.

Distant laughter.

Shaking the door chains frantically, he pleaded for help.


Through the glass he saw someone walking along the street. He picked up a folding chair and threw it at the window. Neither the glass nor the passerby reacted to the deafening crash.

Hysterical laughter behind him!

The concert master arrives first at rehearsal. She found the concert hall open, the lights off but for a single spotlight focused brightly on the stage.

Maestro Inor Breschein lay supine on the podium, baton in hand, eyes frozen wide in terror.

A single sheet of music lay across his chest with scribbled words, Murder and Fugue in G Flat Minor.

Display with skeletons and scary witch.

The Golden Arm

To soften his anger at the loss of his limb,
A man chose a replacement most precious to him.
Instead of metal to tarnish and mold,
He chose an arm that was made of pure gold.

As bad luck would have it,
His health was soon gone,
A sad painful death
Just a taste of the wrong.

Soon after the grave had swallowed it’s prey,
His sleep interrupted by light of the day.
Robbers came to do the man harm,
By taking from him his dead golden arm.

“What good will it do him? He’s deader than dead!”
They both would regret the things that they said.
From that moment on the two heard a strange sound,
Sometimes it was faint, sometimes it was loud.

In the dead of the night or the light of midday,
“I’m going to find you, you can’t get away.
You stole my golden arm, I know it was you.
You sealed your fate, here’s what I will do.”

“I’ll take from you what you took from me,
You won’t know the day or the time it will be.”
And so it is told ‘til the time they were old,
The two men feared the arm made of gold.

While working alone, miles away from his friend,
Each man lost an arm and was brought to his end.
By the two there was found near the place where they lay,
A note that was signed, “I told you. G.A.”

Witch holding crystal ball, very scary.

All The Money

“Finally! I have all the money I ever wanted. All of it! I’ll never be able to spend it all. I’ll try, for sure, but I will still have a lot left over when I’m tired of spending.

No one will ever look at me the same way again. Now they’ll want me around, and I’ll tell them I’m busy. I’ll say I’m packing for a trip and don’t have time for them. It won’t be true, but I’ll say it anyway. Or maybe it will be true. I can travel anywhere I want, any time I want. First class. Or maybe first class plus, if there is such a thing. Maybe I’ll buy out the whole first class so I can be alone.”

He stared into the oppressive darkness saturating his bones. That’s the way he liked it. He often told friends about his room. He worked hard to make it completely black when the lights were turned off. He succeeded.

Loads of money is something new to him. He worked hard for years and got nowhere, but all of a sudden, it changed. Everything. Night was day. Winter was summer. Storms were blue sky.

A fluke. Not a mistake. The money is really his. All of it. Every last dime belongs to him alone. There is no one else, but he doesn’t care. He’ll do with the money exactly as he decides without asking anyone their opinion about anything. Ever.

An idea. His whole career is ideas. Most are worthless. Then a thought crashed his brain and made his world. He wrote it down, drew a sketch, showed the right people. Here he is. Crazy rich. Ridiculous rich.

“Maybe I’ll move. Switzerland. Spain. No! France! I’ll move to France. I’ll walk the streets of Paris and eat every meal at a different place. First I’ll get a new car. I think I might buy a new car every month,” he thought.

He lay there for a moment, trying not to think. Then he noticed it. Silence. He didn’t hear the clock ticking. He didn’t hear the refrigerator.

“Why does my pillow feel so flat? I must be dreaming. Wake up!”

He tried to sit up and hit his head. Surrounded. Enclosed. Alone. Silence.