My father works in Calcutta Port Trust and since my very childhood I used to go with him in the sports club that was made only for the Port Trust officials. My father was very fond of playing snooker and while he played snooker there I used to go around the club, drinking Thums Up or GlodSpot (remember that famous orange drink from the yester-years?).
The club was situated just near the port area. The building was actually built by the British as a warehouse cum recreational area for the port officers, later it was made to a club. While we used to go to the club, we had to go through long, dark (or poorly lit) roads, had to cross a morgue, and then drive through a few empty fields with leaf-less trees standing in the middle. (You must be knowing how the port areas are like, people do not live there, whatever building are built, are for warehousing purposes. )
The club itself was a very old building, built in a typical British style.
In the ground floor we had a snooker room, a large hall, a bar and a TV room where the officers' families used to sit and chat. Where the large hall ended, there was a wooden staricase that led to the second floor. I never saw anyone going upstairs and always wondered why. My mom always stopped me from going upstairs. One day there was a party going on in the club (as far as I remember it was new year's night), I was around 10 years old and my sister was 8. Everyone was busy in the get together when I asked my sister to go up with me and see what was there. She agreed. She held my hand as we quietly went upstairs. I made sure that we don't make sound on the wooder stairs.

When we reached the second floor, I found a huge hall with no furniture or anything. One dim light was on and we walked on the dusty floor to see around. At the end of the hall we found a door to anothe room, the door was locked from outside and was tightly bolted. Surprisingly I found a table pushed agaisnt it (as if it was a prevention so no one could open it from inside)

In front of the door there was an old piano, all full of dust. It was deep brown in color and looked like a pretty expensive one. Like every child me and my sister also wanted to get our hands on it, so in no time the cover was removed and we started playing it (rather were making noise). We hardly played it for five minutes when my mom appeared in the hall, she rushed to us and before we knew what was happening both of us got two tight slaps from her. We were taken downstairs and ordered not to move or go anywhere till the party was over. We were in tears, my sister because of the pain and me due to the fact that I was deprived of playing a heavely thing like that.

The next morning mom pulled both of us on her lap, kissed us and told us why she was so angry last night. She said the piano belonged to an old British man who was a distant relative of the founder of the club. He came down to India from England and used to stay in the room next to the hall. He used to play the piano every evening till night, it was his passion.
As he grew old, one day people realized that he had lost his mental balance. He used to sit in the hall and used to play the piano like mad. He used to play it for long hours, nonstop! When people tried to stop him he used to become extremely violent and attacked them. He was tied up most of the times and kept in the room, locked from outside till he died.

What people said was they had heard him play the piano at times. Once someone was bold enough to walk upstairs, he saw a very old man with white hair and beard, with torn clothes playing the piano violently. When the old man saw him he held him by his collar and asked him to play the piano with him. He saw that the old man's fists were cold as ice and he never breathed as he played the piano. Soon the man fainted and was rescued the next morning.

The staff of the club believes that if anyone plays the piano the old man returns from nowhere and starts playing the piano.

They believe that his spirit comes from the room so they have locked it well. They do not allow anyone to go upstairs or to play the piano.

Well, I still go to the club, the piano still lies there, I don't know whether this incident is true or not, but for some reason I never played it.