As Echo approached the piano with caution, the piano suddenly began to play by itself! Echo felt a strange sudden burst of adrenaline as her body began to dance intensly. Her body started to move like an out of touch chaperone at prom, her movements were unnatural and odd.

     "Uh Echo? What's going on?" asked Heather.

     Echo, feeling a strange mixture of fear and extreme pleasure, replied, “Guy’s I can’t control my body right now! Please don’t record this!” but inside, she had never felt so alive. The song was touching the animal instincts within her very soul, bringing out a lust she had never experienced before.

     The piano's song got even more intense as the notes got louder and more active. The more intense the song got, the more Echo moved. Her movements got faster and faster as the passion within her reached a fever pitch. Her movements were as passionate as her studying, yet somehow more. Her body’s movements were sloppy, but if she knew if she had taken dance lessons instead of studying to become a doctor like her father wanted, she would be able to be so much better.

     Heather, on the one hand, was shocked and surprised. Never had she seen something so odd, not even the strange instruments in the room were that weird. Though the dance was simple, the thought of Echo being forced to move so unnaturally scared her a bit, like a teacher giving a pop quiz. She knew Echo was not the best at dancing (in fact, Heather would argue that Echo would be the last person to even dance like this), so this sudden outburst of dance caught her off guard.

     Spencer was tempted to record Echo but he decided that it would probably be a bad idea. He knew that Echo had always dreamed to be a dancer, so he was not as surprised that she seemed to be enjoying this sudden lack of body function. He was able to see the unbridled joy and passion in every movement, probably thanks to him being such a nice guy.

     Veronica's jaw dropped as she could not conjure the words to describe Echo’s dance. Despite the massive amounts of evidence surrounding her in the room, she was certain this mansion was fake, so Echo’s sudden outburst caught her off guard. She was now absolutely terrified the same could happen to her, and that truly anything could happen at anytime. She wasn’t sure if it would be better to try and rush everyone to the next room, or stay and hope that nothing weirder would get the chance to happen

     Susan was the first to notice that something more seemed off about Echo’s dance than just her unnatural movements. A strange mist seemed to be emanating from Echo’s neck. As Echo danced more, it seemed as though the very temperature of the room increased. If she hadn’t known any better, she could have sworn something was going on. The very room seemed to fill with whispers from the surrounding instruments. While Susan could not pick up on the exact thing they were saying, she did pick up one word, “Echo”. Susan feared that the worse had yet to come.

     Lindsey on the other hand… was just as shocked as everyone else. Nothing really new to add.

     Scarlett was quickly checking her phone, as though this were something she had witnessed before, which wasn’t that far off from the truth. Scarlett then began to explain what was going on.

     "As you can see, or rather not see, this here is the work of our special guest. It’s none other than the Drake Mercurin! Even after death, he chooses to play his songs to entertain both his instruments and visitors. He simply wants to have an audience.” 

     "So the “ghost” had some props created just to feel like he has friends?" asked Lindsey.

     "Don't call them that. The instruments get easily offended." Scarlett said, quickly grabbing a handful of smaller instruments into a bear hug, "I mean, look at their sad faces."

     The group saw that the instruments in Scarlett’s hands (at least those that had faces) looked upset, those with eyes were staring at Lindsey as though she had personally offended them. This was exceptionally creepy for Lindsey. 

     “Anyways, answering your question, you are half right. Most of these instruments were acquired after Drake’s death!" grinned Scarlett, who dropped the instruments back on to the floor, eliciting a variety of squeaks and grunts.

     Suddenly, as the music crescendoed once more, the heat radiating out of Echo's neck seemed to literally melt her neck off, her head flinging in the direction of the Muppaphone. As her head landed on it, it suddenly rotated to face the direction of the rest of the heads, a new pipe appeared with her name etched on to the front.

     “Aww! I was having so much fun!” Echo’s head squealed in delight.

     “Bravo! Bellissimo! Encore!” The room filled with the sound of hundreds of voices from the instruments with mouths.

     “You did a fantastic job!” The heads from the Muppaphone addressed her.

     "Eek!" screamed Lindsey.

     "Echo! Are you alright?!" screamed Heather, rushing to her.

     "Uh, did my head just fall off?" asked Echo, "I can't feel my toes."

     "Oh god!" screamed Susan.

     "Don't lose your heads people, well except for our new guest here. No need to worry, this happens often, as those of you who read the waiver would know.” said Scarlett. Of course, her words meant nothing, as the whole group seemed to be petrified where they stood.

     ”Ehh, I tried,” Scarlett quipped.

     What happens next?

     1.) The group demands to know what’s going on.

     2.) The group rushes out of the room in fear.

     3.) Wait, what happening to Echo’s body?