<HTML><HEAD><TITLE>HTML Message</TITLE> <STYLE></STYLE> </HEAD> <BODY style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER= -LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none"> OK, guys & gals...   Very strange experience this evening.   I had to work= late...not my usual MO.   It was the old Johnson place up on=  East Sharp Park hill.  I received a note telling me where to= go and where the key would be hidden.   I arrived at the app= ointed time...6 pm.   It was unusally dark this evening.= ..end of day light savings I guess...I found the key under the gargoyle= on the porch.   That was weird enough.   I could h= ave sworn the eyes were following me as I moved to the door. &nbsp= ; What a door!! Huge, black oak planks held together by relentless= iron hardware  In the center of the door was an enormous&nbs= p;iron ring.   Just for fun, even though I had the key, I lif= ted the knocker and let it fall.   B O O M...sounding like an= amplified, fishless, 5'1" grand in the low tenor...I jumped back and t= hen got my composure and reached for the latch...but the door moved ope= n without a sound..."wait a minute"...I stepped back and fished in&nbsp= ;my kit for my trusty 4 inch flash.   I rotated the lens= e and got a focused beam which I aimed into the front room.  = I searched for the light switched on both sides, inside the door.&= nbsp;  Nothing.   Interestingly I could see candlelight = emanating from the right side of the stairs.  Carefully moving thr= ough the foyer, my service kit and vacuum cleaner hanging from my = shoulders, I could just makeout light coming from below a door. &n= bsp; I was able to move to the door without making a noise.  = I turned the doorknob and pushed it open.  Dark bookshelves lit wi= th candles...but no piano.   I made my way back into the entr= y area.   To the left was some sort of an office...no piano.&= nbsp;  Straight ahead was the kitchen/dining area...no piano.&nbsp= ;  I went back to the foyer and looked up the winding stairs.&nbsp= ;  They split off  about halfway up, to the left and to the r= ight.  Above the stairway split was a immense window.   = Behind the window the waining moon was lit.   Having no other= way to go, I accended the stairway.   At the landing was an = open archway leading into the large room.  A perfect place for a..= .piano.  There it was in the corner, darkly brooding.   = I made my way to the piano.  It was a square grand, seemingly...st= range looking...like a coffin.  As I approached it suddenly starte= d moving towards me.  The legs...were...taking...steps...this was = no piano.   It WAS a coffin.  I turned and ran back towa= rds the archway.   Two doors slammed shut in my face.  I= turned and tried to get between a sofa and the coffin.   It = moved towards me with slow, but relentless intent.  Thinking = quickly...I reached into my kit and somewhere in the bottom was just wh= at I needed.   I pulled my Smith Brothers cough drops and sto= pped the coffin....   Sorry. David Ilvedson, RPT Pacifica, California </BODY></= HTML>