Long ago (1920’s), a boy lived in a house as old as he was. He lived alone— yet he had many friends. The boy sang, and sometimes played the cello.
In the spring time, he opened up all the windows so that when he used his musical talents, all those that passed by could hear. People would stand in front of his house and listen to him but none who heard his voice ever saw his face.
One day, he went into town to buy some food and clothes when a man accidentally bumped into him. “Ah, pardon me…” The boy turned to the man, astounded.
He was obviously a wealthy man, his top hat, and three piece suit fitted him well, a small cane at his arm. A streak of white accented his black hair and his face could only been described as godly.
The man however, was just as mesmerized by the smaller young man before him. His eyes were similar to the oceans after a storm, skin like the wet sand the waves rolled over. “No… pardon me.” He swallowed regaining his swagger. “My name is Lord Shiro.” He extended a soft hand.
“I know, sir. My name is Lance. It’s nice to meet you.” Lance grinned and placed a papaya in Shiro’s hand. “It’s my favorite…” he chuckled.
Shiro— though he thought it to be an odd gift, took the fruit and adjusted his tie. “Thank you. Well then, I must be off.” He tipped his hat to Lance and went on his merry way.
After that, Lance and Shiro had many run in's— talking and laughing all the time. Shiro had expressed his feelings towards Lance, yet their complications. Shiro was married to the beautiful woman by the name of Lady Allura, her family had descended from royalty decades ago— though Shiro loved her, Lance consumed his thoughts.
Their affair grew steadily, Shiro always meeting Lance in town or at his house. People began to catch wind of the relationship and someone told Allura.
The next week, Shiro was found dead outside of town, laid as if he was in a coffin with care and love, a small vine of pink flowers placed across the bridge of his nose and over his eyes.
Shiro was poisoned by his wife. She knew about the affair and wanted to make her husband pay for the pain he had caused her.
Word traveled fast through the small town and Lance began to sing sad songs, play his cello in minor key until he stopped all together. His songs melted into moans of tragic love lost.
Lance could no longer bear life without his beloved, so he took his own life to be with Shiro. The great sorrow Lance suffered on Earth would not let him move on. Lance was trapped as a ghost in his house.
Some who have lived in his home began to hear and see things. They claim to have heard wails coming from a certain room in the house, wails for a person named Shiro. Others claim to hear singing or a musical instrument from the very same room. Those who are lucky enough, encounter a young man without a face but tears streaming down his face. He would be seen crying on the stairs or playing a cello.
People who try to interact with him only get one response: “Shiro is that you my love? It’s Lance! Please come back to me!” And nothing more. He still walks the halls of his home… forever.