From Danse Macabre : Standing on a Literary Legend’s Shoulders The Red Death Project-

Photo A.M. Moscoso
The Masque has been hanging in my attic all of my life- it was there when my Parents owned my house and it was there when my Great Grandparents had the house built in 1901.
Nobody knows where it came from or who hung it or why nobody ever took it down.
It seemed better, wiser, to just leave it alone to the darkness and the dust – because sometimes it sounded like someone was up there with it and during those times we made sure the attic door was locked.
“There’s nothing up there,” we would say as we turned the skeleton key and backed slowly away from that door and hurried down the hall to the safety of the well lit living room.
There is nothing in that huge dark room that hangs over heads we told ourselves- nothing except for that Masque, and it’s occasional visitor.
Three days ago I started to hear music.
I’m not ashamed to admit- the music worries me to the point of distraction and I’m having trouble sleeping at night and it’s almost impossible to wake up in the morning.
I think that slightly off key tune that howls like the wind just before the storm hits is an invitation and I am sure that any day now, the RSVP’s will start to arrive
Fantastic!
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I see a fun path for this project. You should think of fitting in the Raven one too: http://dailywriting.net/Ravens.htm
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What a great idea! I’d long forgotten about this. Lucky you know the site so well 🙂 Thank you for being such a wonderful supporter of my work.
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