Dark Music
#3 of Short Stories
"So, you just found it in the middle of the alley?" Chris asked.
"Yeah. I have no idea what it was doing there." Eric said. The yellow fox was holding this old guitar that he found on the street. It was an acoustic one, but it looked like it was in mint condition.
"Hold on, what's that?" the brown wolf pointed at a weird symbol that was on the neck of the instrument. Eric turned it over to see what it was. It was a triangle with a circle in it. Eric was sure that he's seen this before, but couldn't put his paw on it.
"What is it?" Eric asked.
"I think I've seen it before. Isn't that a symbol for demons or something?" Chris asked.
"Maybe. I'm only 9 years old! I don't know everything."
"You think we should put it back?"
"Probably." Eric mindlessly plucked a string on the guitar. In doing so, some force pushed him up to the ceiling, then came crashing back down on his bed.
"Dude! What the hell was that?!" Chris was getting truly scared of what's happening.
"I don't know," Eric said, "You think that, every time that something's played on it, something bad happens?"
"Or maybe that some sort of demon is doing it. That guitar's probably possessed. You need to get rid of it."
"Fine." Eric rolled his eyes. The fox gripped the guitar with both paws on the neck, he brought the instrument up, and then threw it out the window, with it breaking into bits when it hit the ground.
The brown wolf just sat there, wide-eyed. "What the hell did you just do?" Chris asked.
"I got rid of it, like you asked." Eric said.
"I didn't mean it like that. I meant put it back where you found it."
"You didn't say that." The yellow fox looked out the window. The smashed guitar that was in pieces on the ground, is now no where in sight. "It's gone." Eric whispered.
"What?" Chris asked.
"It's gone!" the yellow fox said a little louder than he meant to.
"That's bullshit!" the brown wolf shoved his friend to the side and look outside the bedroom window, only to find: nothing. "It's gone!"
"I know. That's what I said."
"But, where is it?" The wolf looked over at his friend, who was holding the guitar again, with it strapped around his shoulder. "How the hell did you get it back?"
The yellow fox didn't respond. But, some force pulled him off the ground. He started to get a bluish haze around him. Chris just looked at him, paralyzed with fear. Eric's eyes turned red and then faded back to it's normal color.
"Eric?" Chris asked, scared as hell. The fox let out a demonic yell, then unstrapped the guitar from his body. "W-What're you doing with that?" In response, the fox brought the guitar to his side, then swung it around and stuck Chris hard on the side of his head, causing his neck to snap and lay on the floor motionless.
"Eric?! Chris?! What're you two doing in there?!" Eric's mom yelled from outside the door. She opens it, but finds her son with a guitar coming down and struck her on her head, knocking her unconscious, but still breathing.
The possessed fox walked out the door, let out another demonic howl and left the house, where the police eventually found Eric's mom, Becky (who's reported in a coma) and Chris's corpse three days later. Eric's whereabouts remain unknown.