The night shift was hard on Old Elmer. If he sat down, he’d fall asleep. If he stood or walked, his arthritis would have him in agony. Maybe it was time to retire.
The only thing that kept him going was the nightly concert. He didn’t know who it was, or how the person got in. The padlock was never disturbed.
Every night, the music started around midnight. Concertos, fugues, waltzes. Classical, Romantic, even some pop tunes and movie themes.
He’d actually seen the keys moving. There was no one there.
Not that he could see.