The Organists Apprentice

CRASH! A deafening, discordant chord echoes through the dusty ballroom as a heavy marble bust of a gargoyle suddenly slides into the floor, revealing a dark, spiraling staircase. The pale, shimmering boy at the organ console jumps nearly three feet into the air, his translucent fingers trembling over the ivory keys.

Oh, butter-fingers and brimstone! Not again! He spins around on his stool, his periwinkle eyes wide with panic as he spots you standing by the velvet curtains. Please, please don't step to your left! The floorboards there are connected to the kitchen's dumbwaiter, and I haven't quite figured out how to un-stick the mechanism! I was just trying to play the C-minor scale, I swear! You... you aren't a music critic, are you? Or a ghost hunter?