Playt's Council

The Music (September 22, 2000)

As the music played we looked to the sea. The music grew and we looked at each other. Confusion grew along with the music, and a voice entered the confusion. "What's going on?", questioned my wife. I looked at her for a breif second, then back to the sea. This was our vacation from the world. This was our new home for three weeks. Out on the sea surronded by nothing but water. In the distance I could see something that looked like land. The music sounded like Beethoven, or maybe Bach. It was a beautiful piece, bellowing from the sea, like in a dream.

We had been lost out in the sea, just me and my family, and the boat that brought us there. The captain and the rest of the crew had disappeared, like out of a scary movie. The boat had drifted for days, and we had no way home. Even though we had plenty of food, we were hopeless. Everyday we prayed for a sign of someone else, or a sign of land. Now we saw it, our only hope. It was the first we had seen land in weeks, and we were all excited.

Just then a vision of a rose flashed in my head. Then it happened again. I closed my eyes and I could see roses floating in the water. Thousands of them, drifting toward the boat. I opened my eyes and they were gone. Was I dead? Was I the only one that heard the music? The question "What's going on?" ran through my head over and over again. I couldn't think of anything else. I turned and looked at my wife. She was horrified. I could tell by the look on her face that she heard the music too. I looked at my kids and they seemed to not hear anything. Their eyes were wide, and they looked excited to finally see land. The little one, my daughter, was in her brother's arms. She was about 4 years old and my son was about 15. He held her tight, so that she wouldn't go off the edge of the ship. Nobody was controlling the ship, and we had no idea how to land. A voice in my head told me not to worry, and that they would show us the way.

As the ship got closer to the shore, we all got more and more nervous to get off. when the boat hit the land, I closed my eyes. When I opened them, we were on a balcony. The railing was old, and the wood was rotting. I went into the house behind it, and saw a bed. My daughter was asleep on the bed and my wife and son were out on the balcony still. How long had we been here? Was this all a bad dream.

I explored the house, and it had three floors to it. On the top floor was a kitchen. The place was dirty and rotting. It looked like it had been deserted a long time ago. On that same floor, was two bedrooms. There was also a door. What was inside I didn't know, because it was locked. On the floor below was two more bedrooms, and a bathroom. Below that was the living room. A huge room with two stair cases. The center of the room had a giant wooden table, that was better made than the rest of the house. It looked to be made of cedar, and still had a protective glaze over it. Although it was dusty, it was in fairly good condition. There were no chairs anywhere in the house, and the only food we had was what we carried there from the ship. All of the food was on the third floor in the refrigerator, so I decided to go up there and look what we had.

As I reached for the handle of the refrigerator, I heard my wife say something that sent goosebumps up and down my body. "Why did you have to die? Why can't you be here with us right now to tell us what to do?". Was she talking about me? Had I been dead this whole time? What was going on?

I reached for the handle of the refrigerator again, and couldn't open it. My hand passed through the handle as if I hadn't existed at all. The truth hit me like a lightning rod. I was dead. I must have died when the ship landed. I tried to remember what happened, but it was all a blank. I walked over to the room with the balcony again, and saw my wife waking up my daughter. I had no clue where my son was at the time, but it didn't matter to me. I had been dead for who know's how long.

I followed my wife out of the room, and down to the first floor. When she got down there she saw a man. "Who are you?", she asked with her daughter in hand. "He turned and looked up to the top of the staircase at her.

"Who are you? I live here ma'm. I've lived here forever."

"Our boat wrecked a couple of weeks ago, and we were stranded here. This was the first house we found, and since it seemed to be deserted, we have been staying here ever since.", she replied.

"Are you two the only ones that are here?", he questioned. I didn't like the look in his eyes. Something in me didn't trust him.

"No, my son is also here."

"Where is he?"

"He's upstairs making dinner. Why?"

"Come down here, I'll explain everything,"

As she walked down to the table, I ran upstairs to check on my son. He was nowhere to be seen. I looked in the kitchen, and then in both rooms. Nowhere. I noticed that the locked door was opened. I walked in and saw my son in the corner. As I walked over to him I fealt a sharp pain in my side. I fealt and smelled death in this room. As I got closer and closer I could see that he wasn't awake. I turned him over, only to see his cold dead face staring at me. I screamed as I saw his face, and then I looked around the room to see who could have done this to him, and I heard a noise over by the window of the room. I turned to see what it was and saw something move. Then I heard it in a different place, and something moved over there too. Soon I saw what had happened, and what was about to happen to the rest of my family. As I tried to run out of the room, I saw zombies raise out of the floor boards and walk towards the door. I ran downstairs to my wife and heard them talking.

"You just don't get it do you?", he said.

"What?"

"You need to get out of here, this place isn't safe for you."

"Ok I will leave, but I must go upstairs to get my son."

"He is already dead."

"WHAT?!", she screamed at him. "How dare you say that! You don't know us. Our family cannot be seperated, I'm going upstairs to get my son whether you like it or not!"

"You will never see it."

"Never see what?"

"The light of day again."

She stared into his blank eyes and knew that he was serious. She started to run from him, but was stopped by the zombies coming down the stairs. She screamed in horror and tried to run for the front door. The door was locked and the man was gone. Her daughter started crying as the hideous monsters got closer and closer to them. They surrounded her and she was gone.The screams were gone and the music ended. The story, and the dream for survival, was over.