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I went to my scheduled violin lesson at my teacher’s home. The door was unlocked and when she didn’t respond to the knock, I walked in and called her name. It was quiet. I slowly began to ascend the stairs and called her a couple more times. Nothing. It was eerie. I didn’t feel right so I turned around and went home. A few days later I received a phone call from her friend. Had I kept going that day, I would have found a horrible crime scene. I stopped taking lessons and picked up my violin again 2 1/2 months ago after 31 years.