Writing prompt: A whisper on the stairs. (1)

Sometimes I write a short piece starting from a writing prompt. One of those prompts was “A whisper on the stairs”. As an additional challenge, I decided to write 2 different short pieces on that same prompt. Following is the first one.

A whisper on the stairs. (1)

Harmony ran down the stairs as fast as she could. “Argh, this drives me crazy!” she exclaimed, bolting into the living room with her hands over her ears. “Why can’t anyone DO something about it?”

 Melody and Reed looked up at their sister. Reed shrugged and did not feel the need to answer Harmony. This was old, very old, and never got them anywhere.

 Cadence shook her head and made her harp screech, while Sonata didn’t react at all.

 Harmony sat down and looked annoyed. “And my room is up there,” she complained, not compensating the serenity that had run out of the room as she had run in.

 Melody sighed. “My room is up there too. Don’t get so worked up about it, sis. We all knew that we could expect this. We were warned when we bought this house? Remember that man who told us about it being haunted and stuff like that? We laughed at it. We laughed even harder when we heard how cheap the house was. Now we know why. So get yourself together, for God’s sake.”

 Harmony looked angrily over the cushion she held in front of her. “I know, I know, but that doesn’t make me like this. Why is it me that the ghost always tries to grope?”

 Reed put down his book about Mozart. “That is indeed a bit of a worry, Harmony. But he only pinches your bottom, nobody sees the blue spots there.”

 The cushion flew and landed in his face. “Don’t give me that, Reed. It’s not my fault I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Not your fault, but clearly your problem,” Reed calmly stated as he put the cushion next to him.

Melody glanced at her sister. “Maybe we should try and talk to it.”

“Talk to it?” Harmony stared at Melody. “Are you nuts, Mel? Come on, I hit Reed in the face with the cushion, not you.”

Cadence put her harp to the side and said she was going up to the kitchen. “Anyone want something from there? Coffee, orange juice?”

Sonata nodded without taking her eyes from the Top Gear magazine she was reading. She always did. And so she always got the wrong thing to drink, but that was no one’s problem except hers.

Cadence shrugged, then left. Harmony started talking about the new song she was going to sing soon, when their sister cried out from the hall. The other siblings, even Sonata, stormed through the door, to see Cadence halfway up the stairs, clutching her skirt around her knees. She screamed again as something clearly tried to pull her skirt, then her blouse.

Reed ran up the stairs, put an arm around Cadence’s shoulders and guided her down. “See, nothing’s wrong, dear sister.”

Harmony and Melody looked at each other. Nothing wrong, my ass.

Sonata helped Reed to get Cadence back into the room, so the other two went up to the kitchen and returned with the coffee and the juice.

Then Melody sat up. “I have an idea. Harmy, come with me. I need you for that.”

Harmony growled. She hated to be called Harmy, but followed Mel out of the room anyway. The two were gone for quite a while, and when they returned they grinned and giggled.

Harmony rubbed her behind before she sat down, but looked smug.

“Reed, can you go up the stairs and see if the windows there are closed?” Melody asked their brother. “It looks like rain’s coming.”

Reed sighed as he put down his book. “Mozart will never forgive you,” he declared. Then he left the room.

 “Mozart’s problem,” Harmony said.

 “What did you do out there?” Cadence asked. “The ghost attacked me, it really did. I swear.”

 “We know,” Melody nodded, “that is why we went up the stairs. And there we whispered.”

 “You what?” Even Sonata looked up.

 Before Melody could answer, a loud alarming cry came from the hall. It sounded very much like Reed.

 The three sisters left the room and found their brother doubled over on the landing, halfway up the stairs. The spot where they had been ‘handled’ by the ghost.

 “He grabbed my balls!” Reed kept yelling, “he grabbed my balls!”

 “Looks like it worked,” Harmony grinned. She and Melody did a high-five.

 “What worked?” Cadence insisted.

 “We convinced the ghost that he’s gay.”

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