Keep hearing someone playing a piano in my house. Don’t have a piano or any nearby neighbors.

As the title suggests, I live alone and my nearest neighbors live a mile away. My house, which I inherited from my great aunt, was built in the late 1800s. My great aunt was convinced it was a bit haunted from civil war spirits, and always told me and my siblings growing up that they (the spirits) liked it when she kept everything as it was. She said she noticed strange phenomena, like flickering lights or distant screams, in the weeks after she rearranged any furniture or had a room painted.

Now, since I moved in a year ago I haven’t noticed any of this. Granted, I kept everything in the house as I found it for the first year— this was in part due to the superstitions of my aunt but a large part of it was that my brother was trying to assert his claim on the house and my lawyer said I shouldn’t do any renovations until the matter was settled. I hired a PI who dug up some dirt on my brother which I used to get him to drop the claim. By the time I was legally allowed to make changes to the house, I had gotten pretty comfortable with the fact that my aunt was a paranoid woman and that there were no ghosts. Or so I thought.

I was forced for the past year to listen to music on the house’s gramophone (which lost its charm within a month or so) or just play it from my phone. I’m an audiophile who loves Freeform jazz, so I used the money my brother paid me to buy an expensive sound system with the most sophisticated speakers I could find. I set them up in the living room and they sounded INCREDIBLE. I had multiple eargasms while testing them out.

Last night, I put on my favorite jazz record to relax after a stressful week. As I lighting some candles, it sounded like someone playing piano upstairs. It was so eerie that I ran upstairs to check, even though I knew there was no piano in the house. I heard and saw nothing, so I came back down to the living room, and there it was again. I turned off the stereo and went to investigate every room with a flashlight. Nothing. I came back to the living room and calmed down, assuring myself that I was hearing things. I turned the stereo back on, and went to get my painting supplies. As I was setting up the easel, there it was AGAIN.

At that point I was convinced it was either my brother getting revenge through a prank or that my aunt was right about the spirits not liking changes to the house. Not wanting it to be the latter, I called my brother and accused him of a scheme. He told me off, saying that he didn’t have time to set up pranks these days since he and his family were in between motels. He sounded very sincere and my brother can’t lie to save his life, so I believed him. Which led me to conclude the house is haunted.

I could not sleep at all last night so i had to go to my other house which is an hour away. I’m scared to go back to my aunts house, but think i will in a bit to get rid of those speakers. After all, my aunt lived to 99 in that house, so I guess as long as I respect the ghosts, they’ll respect me.