From Melissa:

I was home alone on a warm and sunny sunday afternoon.  I was in my room reading a book, when I heard someone playing the flute upstairs.  My mother plays the flute but she was out shopping.  There were no tv's or radios on.  The melody was soft, almost hypnotizing.  I put down my book, walked out into the hall, and started up the stairs.  About half way up the staircase the music stopped.

Two days later, I heard the flute playing again.  It was about 10:30 PM and my parents were down the block at a friend's house.  I listened closely to the music, trying to figure out exactly which room it could be coming from, when it stopped abruptly.

Four days later I woke up at about 8 AM.  I got out of bed and was making my way downstairs to the den.  When I got to the bottom of the staircase I looked to see where my mother was.  She was sitting outside enjoying the sunshine like she does on most mornings.  My father was at work.  I proceeded down the hall and into the living room.  I stopped.  I heard labored breathing.  

I looked to see if my grandfather had come over and had fallen asleep on the couch, but he was not there.  No windows were open, no tv's were on.  It was just me, alone in the room.  The breathing got louder and louder, more and more labored.  It almost sounded as if the room itself was breathing.  I felt a rush of cold air.  At that moment the door opened and my mother walked in.  The breathing stopped completely, there was dead silence.

To this day I have not heard any more mysterious flute playing or loud, labored breathing in my home.  I guess the visitor found what he was looking for and left us in peace.  But he did leave behind one piece of evidence proving that he had paid a visit.  Two days after the breathing incident I was in the car on the way to school when a hearse drove by.  The windows were rolled down and I could hear that same soft melody as the hearse passed us by.