Spookyness

Old Man Bones was sitting at his player piano when Dead Fat John walked into the pub.

“Sit down,” Bones offered to the weary fat man covered in dust. “Have a drink. It’s on the house.”
John shook his head. He’d played Bones’ game before, and came up a few pennies short every time.

“No thanks,” he said. “I’ll just sit and smell the roses.”

“They aren’t actually roses,” Old Man Bones replied with a smile.

“Well then, I’ll stand until you finish playing.”

Old Man Bones sat. Dead Fat John stood. The piano played long into the night.

When it finished, Bones stood up. John sat down. The player piano stayed quiet.

Everything was quiet.