Prologue
For years now the story has been circulating. And each time I hear it, I recognize less of the story I knew…the story I was part of…the story of the Phantom of the Opera. Now a days he is discussed in open company, with voices unafraid of being heard. He is said to be either a maniac or a romantic…but to me he was simply the man I loved. For years I have passively listened to the mindless gossip, and corrected none. In the beginning I had tried to set things straight, but to no avail.
Now, however, I am the only one left who knows the truth— not just a story. All the others have fallen away in death, and soon I will be among them once more. But before that happens I must try once more to let the truth be known. The true story of the Opera Ghost, told by the person who knew him best…his shadow.
