My story begins when I was about 15 and I was living with my dad part of the time (my parents are divorced) in this house we had rented on a lake in Montana. The house was really big and because we didn't have much furniture at the time, it seemed very empty.
My dad and I slept in the same and only bedroom upstairs in our own beds. After about a month living there, I began to hear music coming from the spacious living room downstairs. When I checked, my dad was still asleep in his bed so I knew it wasn't him. The music sounded like classical music, probably a concerto played by violins. So anyway, I got up and went downstairs to check it out, but when I rounded the corner of the halway leading into the living room the music stopped.
In the middle of the living room were five chairs, each had a violin sitting on it as if their musicians had just left them there. Also, there was a man dressed in white facing the chairs, back towards me. His appearance was almost transparent in quality. He turned around, smiled affectionately at me, then disappeared along with the chairs and vioins.
This strange event happened once a week always on a Tuesday. When asking my dad if he heard the music, he said I was crazy. After about two months of this, whenever I rounded the corner of the hallway leading into the living room, the music kept playing. The strange thing was that the violins were playing themselves and the strange man, who now seemed quite familiar to me, was conducting. So I sat and listened and once it was done, would go upstairs and go back to sleep. When I would wake up there would be a rose on my pillow.
It almost seemed as if the man was something of a secret, ghostly admirer. Because the house was only temporary and we were renting it, my dad and I moved out about five months after the music started. The 'man' never followed me but I still remember my first secret admirer.
