“Aww, Mum. Do we have to listen to this? I hate classical music.”
Yvonne sighed. “You should try listening to it. It’s beautiful.”
“But it’s old and boring.”
“Just because it’s old doesn’t make it bad. It won’t hurt you to listen to it for a bit.”
Ben folded his arms and pouted. “I just don’t get it! Can’t we listen to something new? Meep have just released an m-file. It’s queasy! It’s going to be the most downloaded of 2135!”
Yvonne sighed. She just didn’t understand teenagers. Defiantly, she turned up the volume and hummed along to Bowie.
Doris dropped the necklace into her granddaughter’s hand. Rebecca started to protest but Doris ignored her.
“This is yours now. I can’t take it with me. I can hear the Orcusi. It started a few days ago. First the flutes… then violins… and now the whole orchestra. The deathly music plays and I will be dead by morning. Your mother heard it too, just before her accident. It’s our family’s curse, or perhaps… it’s a blessing.”
While Rebecca remembered her mother’s final words that terrible day, she tried to ignore the haunting flute that was playing in her own head.