The engine dies. He curses the night and she shivers: there’s no signal. A mansion lurks atop a nearby hill. They find it unlocked. They press through dusty rooms, him ahead, her following closely. In the living room, they pass a grand piano; its wiry mouth shimmers in a moonbeam. She wants to leave, she tells him; something feels wrong. He starts shaking his head when a fistful of notes crashes behind them. They whirl around screaming as black and white teeth fall upon them. Bones crack, flesh rips. Then the screaming stops, and the mansion, appeased, goes silent again.