Bagpiper's Lament: Ghost Story/Romance

The wail of the bagpipe, like the strangely musical squall of a tortured cat, echoed through the castle's stone walls. Maggie shivered. She'd never liked the sound of bagpipes, and dressed in mourning black, the sound seemed to sink through into her bones. The traditional funeral lament echoed through her mind, freezing blood and marrow solid. She didn't feel like lamenting. She felt like singing a joyful song unto the heavens for her deliverance from her terrible grandfather. As if the invisible bagpiper had heard her, his song briefly skirled up into a joyful trill.


Inspiration: Cassell's German-English dictionary: bagpipe - der Dudelsack
Story Potential: Medium-high.
Finished Length: Short story
Notes: It's a ghost story. She didn't murder her grandpa, evil though he was. The ghost may have. The ghost may be the bagpiper. There may be a romance involved (not with the ghost, unless I can come up with a unique way of that not being extremely stupid).