The heavy rain fell again and, on that occasion, it seemed to have no intention of stopping, for it had brought along a bloody storm that managed to shake even the bravest of hearts.
The drops of water crashed without rest against the glass of the large windows producing their characteristic sound. But that sweet music of nature was drowned out by the mighty rumble of the old and abandoned organ that he had locked in the basement and whose worn ivory keys came back to life with every rainy day moved by a ghostly force.
He shut himself up in his studio, fearing the spectres that were walking freely through his domains attracted by that devilish music. He shut himself up wrapped in a blanket sitting in front of the smoky fireplace and with a bottle of whiskey in his lap, because each time that instrument sounded the temperature of the house became unbearably cold.
He began to drink with his eyes lost in the great flames that danced in the fireplace trying to ignore everything that was happening around him, everything that his excited senses were making him see, hear and feel.
He emptied glass after glass, startling with the roar of each of the thunders that crossed the sky aware that something was different that night.
The organ resonated tirelessly repeating the same sinister notes and not even the big bonfire of the fireplace was able to warm the chamber. The whiskey, however, had managed to warm it from within and had given him a false sense of courage and security.
Moved by the effects of the alcohol he rose from his seat and threw the blanket aside before heading straight to the large window that isolated him from the storm. He pushed the crystals aside with the intention of showing the storm that its rays did not scare him but, just at the same time, the door of his study, which had previously been closed and locked, opened violently.
A white and blinding glow flooded the entire room at the same time that the loud roar that accompanied it made the house tremble even in its foundations. That effect, so similar to that of the storm’s rays, had come from somewhere inside his home and that shocked him again.
The strong light and the mysterious rumble were extinguished as suddenly as they had come, making everything sink into a pernicious darkness and a terrible and uncomfortable silence that was interrupted only by the sound of rhythmic and constant steps that seemed to approach where he was, steps like those of an infernal legion that had come out of the underworld to go for him.
He had only one escape, the open window at his back that would lead him to the embrace of the storm. He climbed onto the ledge and peered out, but everything was so black that his eyes were not able to see anything in the oppressive darkness.
The footsteps sounded behind him, closer and closer, but he doubted. And the organ sounded again moving the last piece that was missing to unleash its incipient madness.
When he opened his eyes the cursed organ sounded again swallowing in the depth of its melody the sweet sound of the rain, but this time something was different. Everything was so dark that he could not see where it was. But he was not afraid because he was not alone; he marched tirelessly with hundreds like him in their immortal and eternal walk.