The Music of Johnn Smith

Several staff members recall at the time that the guest was playing very unpleasant music. One maid called it evil notes. They could hear it beating through the floors and walls, its foul and frightening reverberations filling the corridors. The other guests complain about the noise some, but nothing came of it. There was only one guest checked jona smith's room, and that man had been standing there staring at her. That sounds creepy, but unlikely, doesn't it? Like the kind of stories kids tell each other, like a game of telephone, where the details slowly change into something more salacious.