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Chapter One:
I am haunted by a ghost, I know her name and I see her face. It is Christine who calls to me. It is she who I am descended from and it is she whose face seems to mimic mine. In all truth I seem to be her twin. My mother says its luck to look like such an angel. My Great Gram says it is fate, she is the one who tells me of Christine's story.
She was beautiful, she was daring, and her heart was filled with compassion. I was told by my mother that she fell in love with the man she had wed, my Gram sings a different tune. Her tale is full of deception, love, and cruelty. It is this tale that I am drawn to, the Phantom of the Opera.
I'm not saying its real. In truth it mustn't be, yet my Gram has never told a lie and I wonder if she started now. She says Christine wasn't in love with her soon to be husband. You could see the sadness in her eyes after they closed down the Opera House. It tore her apart, so the story says. My Gram believes she died of a broken heart. That something or someone perished in that fire that caused her grief.
It's the Phantom, my Gram cries in her sleep. It's the Phantom, she whispers to me. And on her death bed, her last breath was, it's the Phantom.
Oh Bella don't you see it's the Phantom
The Phantom
Phantom
Phantom of the Opera