There is a small little town near Dora that's called "Old Dora" mainly because back in the day, it was the place to be, complete with stores a library, a methodist church, and even a train station. Over the years though, people began to build buildings farther away from it. And eventually it became ran down and abandoned. Over the course of the last 30 years. Buildings have been torn down, if they haven't already collapsed, and only a handful of places remain, including the methodist church, train station, library, and the furniture store.
The concrete wall supporting the railroad tacks is now a giant mural, covered in spray painted artwork from years past and years present, even me and my friends who claim Old Dora for ourselves have left our mark there. Most of the time we go up there at night and go into some of the old buildings to try and make contact with spirits who visited there, worked there, etc. Well, the church has always been locked. And there was no way to possibly get in without breaking in. But I wasn't about to break into a church. One night, me and my friends were doing our usual round, and that's when we noticed the door was standing open on the bottom floor. See, the bottom floor is near the main road which is still occasionally used, but the second floor is near the road of Old Dora, and it's up above the main road.
I looked at my watch. It was 11:37 p.m. and everyone was talking about finally getting to go inside. I felt a little bad about going in, just some weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. But we eventually walked inside. A bunch of debris lay scattered everywhere, and the bottom floor was huge. I walked around a little bit and noticed an old piano leaned against the back wall, I played a little tune on it, then my friend noticed the stairs going up to the top floor. I walked over to the group, consisting of four people including myself and we started to go up the rounding stairs.
Suddenly from up there another piano began to play, and play well. But we freaked out and got out of there. The next night we decided to go back. We thought maybe someone had broken in and when they heard us down there, they tried to scare us away. So we walked back there, the clock nearing midnight. The door was now closed. We walked over and tried it, and the door was unlocked. So we walked inside and started back towards the steps. We stopped for a minute and gazed at them, twisting upwards so that you couldn't see what was up there. My friend walked over to the other piano that was near the back wall and played a little tune. He stopped and we listened for a minute. Nothing happened so we decided to go on up.
We got to where the stairs twist then soft piano music began to play up there. Two of my friends ran back down but me and Sean continued on. We found the piano. A large, black grand piano sitting against the wall nearest the stairs. Only no one was there. I stared down in horror to see the key being pressed down by invisible hands. Me and Sean left when we saw that, we stopped out on the street and the piano music echoed out onto the street. Finally it stopped as we began to walk away.
Until this day we can't explain what was going on, but sometimes when you walk up there around midnight, you can hear soft piano music coming from the old church.