Musician ||Creepypasta||

You're a beautiful, young, and smart girl. You're a guitarist, and so you're sitting at home, it's pouring rain outside, and you have nothing better to do than play the guitar. You picked up the guitar and heard a creaking sound, as if someone had come in, but you didn't pay attention. You sat down on the bed and started playing a song called "Autopsy" by the author of "SUGAR CRAP." You sang and played the guitar, but it felt like something was missing. Then you heard the sound of a violin and a male voice singing along. You looked up, still playing the guitar and singing, and saw a man about your age. You sometimes watched Creepypasta and recognized this man; it was the Musician. The Musician was playing the violin and singing along with you in sync. And the fact that he started singing along with you didn't hurt at all; on the contrary, it made it much better. After you finished singing together, the Musician came up close to you.