Prologue

"In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again
For now I find
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside my mind…"

"Well… You certainly got your mother's voice!" Madame Patria commented, Helen.

"Oh! I didn't realize anyone was here!" Helen, daughter of Christine whom sang in the 1870's, stated a little startled.

"Do you always come here to sing?" Madame Patria asked looking around the old Opera House.

"It gives me happy memories of my mother…" Helen looked at her delicate hands, "I've always wanted to buy this place and refurnish it! There is still so much…soul… to this place…" Helen stood looking around at the burnt and dusty chairs from not so long ago.

"Helen…You're twenty and you have a huge amount of money to your name…" Madame Patria pulled out an envelope, "It's yours…" she handed her the envelope.

Helen looked at her in astonishment,

"What?"

"I bought it…" she sighed, "You've been coming here since you were a little girl and I knew that you loved this place… I figured that when your mother and father were watching from the clouds that I would buy it for you and you can make their spirits sing once more…"

Helen took the envelope, whispering,

"Thank you so much…"

Madame Patria nodded and headed out the door into her car.

This marks the day March 23, 1883… when the unexpected will happen and the expected comes before.

'The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind…'

Disclaimer: I don't own The Phantom of the Opera movie, book, songs, characters, nor the lyrics… I just am using them in this story! This disclaimer is for the whole story so I don't have to interrupt it… hee hee… I like stories like that and I hope you do too! Oh! For future reference, if I do use other lyrics from other songs I'll put a little copyright thing by them so you can't sue me! Ha ha: sticks out tongue: (one more thing! Helen's parents' left, Helen was living with them but they moved and she stayed in the city! It may be confusing but it'll be clearer) Enjoy the rest!

A/N: I hope you'll enjoy this story… I hope it turns out to be a thriller…

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If the font is in italics that is usually a song, someone singing, or dreams.