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Entry #665673, added on 09-01-09 @ 3:47 pm EDT
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         "I can't believe we're doing this. Why do you even want to be in this stupid fraternity anyway?" Keith hissed at Chase as they made their way into the darkness of the Howard Mansion. The shadow of the large house spanned across the entire front yard in the rays of moonlight that flooded down on it.

         "We said we were gonna become new people in college. So, that's what we're doing. We're gonna join the best frat in the place." Chase smiled in triumph.

         Keith sighed. "I'm sure there was an easier way." They stepped onto the porch of the deserted house and gave the open door a shove. It creaked as it flew wide. "What did they tell us to search for again?"

         "A light-wood violin. We need the e-string from it. Apparently, if it's thin enough, it can slice right through your finger." Chase's voice dropped to a whisper. They stepped into the house and the light of their flashlights fell on a large, open room full of torn furniture and dusty instruments.

         Keith went straight to the middle of the living room, where a quartet of string instruments sat on the couch and the wooden floor. A cello, a viola, and two violins. One of the violins was lighter than the other. He knew the e-string was the smallest one, the one with the highest pitch.

         He reached out to loosen the peg of the e-string, but before his fingers could touch it, the echo of a note made the hairs on his neck stand up. He turned in time to see Chase with his finger on a key of the piano just before the rushing started in his ears.

         Long, cold fingers grabbed his wrist, and he dropped the flashlight just before everything went dark.

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