Story

Gone Away

Erik stood at the edge of the tunnel waiting for Christine to

come. She was late. He looked at his pocket watch and sighed.

He wasn't suprised, but worried. She was usually alittle more

punctual then this. He put his watch away and decided to go look

for her. Maybe she was hurt, or sick. Maybe that young Vicomte

had stopped her from coming some how. He hurried up behind

Christine's mirror to see if she was in her dressing room. He saw

little Meg Giry in a chair crying her eyes out, and M.Giry trying to
comfort her. Raoul de Changey walked in angerly demanding to

know where Christine was.

"Monseuir!" Moaned M.Giry. "Have you not heard? Our

little angel died last night! Christine is dead." And with those words
an inhuman howl was heard and the glass in the mirror shattered.

Meg screamed and Raoul ran to look, no one was there. "Even

Opera Ghost mourns!" M.Giry continued. How right she was.

In three days they held the funerul. It was paid for by the de
Changey family. There was a small crowd, maybe 5 or six people.

Meg, her mother, Raoul and his brother Phillipe, her aunt and a

few aquantances. After the ceremony, and everyone had left Meg

went back to pick up the hanky she had dropped. As she walked

toward the grave she heard faint strains of music, and an angels

voice.
"Kyrie....." The voice sang. Her hands trembled as she

walked over to her hanky.

did she saw white roses on the gravestone and as she turn to run,

she swore she saw a figure slink into the shadows and disapeer.