Kiley continued to eat her blissful, three-flavored dessert.  But she thought it was lacking something. Of course!  Chocolate syrup. She once again opened the refrigerator door, and looked completely through it.  But, to her displeasure, she found no sugary sauce of awesomeness. "No chocolate syrup?!" she muttered.  "That ass fucker!  I'm gonna kill that son of a...oh wait...crap..." she then pointed up towards the sky. "Ha ha," she said,"You just had to have the last laugh. Well enjoy it, Mr. Have-No-Head, cause when I get up there with you, your gonna have an eternity of ass whoo-" she was cut off as she heard something. Or rather, stopped hearing something: the music. It was replaced by gentle footsteps somewhere in the apartment, then nothing.  Kiley raised her eyebrows and lifted her bat off of it's resting position, leaning on the counter. She raised it in the air with her right hand while carrying the syrupless ice cream bucket in her left. She first checked the bathroom. Nothing.  She stepped back and looked to the only other door.  It must've led to the bedroom, unless this guy just slept on the ground. She slowly walked forward, and opened the door.  Inside there was few things. A bed, a dresser, and a basket with clothes in it. And a guitar. An acoustic guitar.  This brought a grin to Kiley's face. "Oooooh, spooky. Perhaps Dr. Decapitated enjoyed playing music in his day...and perhaps his ghost still does." she said, raising both hands and began waving them.  "Spoooooooky." she said, before leaning the bat on the be and putting the icecream on the bed. She picked up the guitar and strummed it.  It let out a simple but beautiful musical sound. Kiley's grin widened. "I like this thing...I like this thing a lot."