When the Flute Fell Silent

It started as a night like any other, the cool air alive with the

gentle melody of a live flute performance. But as the final notes dissolved

into the surrounding darkness, an unsettling silence took their place, and a distinct

foreboding grew. We decided to retreat indoors, completely oblivious to the events about

to unfold and unaware of exactly what awaited us. Retreating inside, the air felt

different. Something was watching. My first priority is securing proper late-night provisions.

Tea? Sadly, no. Sugar? None to be

found. Ah, but yes, the mustard. Absolutely essential for