The Final Serenade

Every midnight, Arthur tries to play his antique cello, but no matter how carefully he tunes it, a string always snaps violently with a sickening crack before he can finish half the song. After six months of this agonizing cycle, a heartbroken Arthur locks the instrument in the dusty attic and vows never to touch it again. But starting that very night, whenever the clock strikes twelve, a flawless, sorrowful melody drifts down from the locked attic. No one is up there, yet the cello plays itself.