The Curse is on You

I woke up, lying in grass, with no body, and probably without any memories. The grass is covered in dew, it's purity emphasised by the light of the full moon.
My left hand is wrapped around an odd looking, rusty key, attached to a piece of rope. I'm wearing the trinket as a necklace. I try not to think about, why something that doesn't exist exists in my mind, while I don't even exist at all.
I walk towards a small unpaved road. The dew has moistened the white, knee-length dress I'm wearing, making it stick to my body. I'm not wearing shoes, for I know don't need them. I'm not even touching the ground as I'm walking. Walking towards the place, where I have to go.
After an hour's walk I approach an old farmhouse. There is a group of people outside, taking a group photo. Slowly, I walk closer. I don't understand why I know them, but I know it's my family. I run towards them, but all at once they vanish, leaving me alone again in this horrible darkness...
I sit down for a while, gazing upon the tall, black trees around the farmhouse. While I feel staggered by the beauty of it, it also feeds my anxiety.
I don't want to stay outside, so I decide to see if someone's home. I approach the door. I see some light shining out of the windows, but not very bright. I try to knock, but I can't make any sound. If I only tried harder I would've found out that I could just walk through the door, but before that moment arises I notice the key again.
Carefully, I try to fit it in the lock. I should have been surprised it fits perfectly, but somehow I already knew it would be the right key.
I turn the key, and slowly open the door. From a door like this you'd expect a sound, but it kept silent. I enter a dark hallway and close the door behind me. On my left I see a well lit room, probably the living room. In front of me stands a piano, grabbing my attention. I walk towards the piano, but a mourning old lady in the living room attrackts my attention. She's sitting on a large arm chair. As she's crying, an other lady tries to calm her down. I think they are relatives, for their facial features are very similar. They might even be related to me. They talk and drink some tea out of antique looking teacups, complete with excessive flowery detail. After a few minutes the second lady leaves the room, leaving the old lady alone for the night.

All of a sudden she stops crying.
"I know you're there"

I try not to move.

Then so looks in my direction, staring into my eyes.
"I know you're there" again.

I don't answer.

"Well, the curse is on you, my dear, but you never believed in death anyway"