A Leetle Bit of My Current WIP for Nadine!!

I didn't find her. I knew later I was supposed to, but I didn't. Two girls came in for extra help. One I assisted at the classroom's piano, the other I sent to a private practice room, I'd send for her in a little while.

The room that girl decided to walk into was simply chance.

A scream that's pitch far exceeded the insturment's highest note flooded through the hall. Hurried footsteps clomped down the stairs and the hysterically sobbing girl flung herself back into the room, ending the warmup, Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, on a hideous note. We jumped from the stool and ran to her. I braced my hands on her shoulder, trying to calm her incredible shaking.

"What? Christa, what is it," the other girl nearly screamed. I saw the volume add to my student's shock and terror, which would make it that much harder to remedy the situation.

I turned and shushed the girl. I looked back at Christa and said, as calmly as I could, "What was upstairs?"

She continued to cry for another full five minutes. After she calmed, one glistening tear stil sat on the tip of her nose, refusing to fall. She whispered, with a voice so low an haunting that it froze the very marrow of my bones, what was there.

I saw that girl, THE girl again. Her black hair, hanging straight and dry on her shoulders, her dead gray eyes, her androgynous form contesting mine. I remembered those cold eyes glinting with their only emotion: insanity. I saw her chasing my car, her fingers curved like claws.

My voice dropped to Christa's level, "What?"

She looked at me, her eyes widening. But it was okay, her eyes were a vivid blue, not gray.

"Call the police."