The chapel was dark as night, illuminated by a solitary figure standing at the front of the chapel. The look upon his face gave the impression of seriousness, as if something grave had occurred, and he was covering up the sadness that lie within. However, his face was partially hidden behind a white mask, which stood out from the rest of his black wardrobe. It probably was covering the disfigurement of his repulsive carcass of a face that lay beneath. His cape, like that of a dementor, was blacker than the night surrounding us. And from behind him came winds cold enough to stop a person's heart. This mysterious figure was none other than the Phantom of the Opera that for so long has consumed my thoughts and dreams.
It was approximately time for class and instead of heading to the examination room, as though I had no control over my movements or thoughts, I blindly walked to that desolate wasteland, not knowing what I pursued. I entered into that icy abyss, and there he stood; the lone figure that looked at me with those stern, unflinching eyes. I was afraid, and yet, I felt my legs slowly give in to his power, and began my procession to my destination. Questions flowed rapidly through my head pertaining to why this was happening. As though he was inside my mind, he spoke, "I am your angel of music. Come to me, Angel of Music." What was this horrid hold he had over my thoughts?
As I neared my destination, I heard a voice cry out my name. I recognized it to be the voice of a teacher, but I bade him no attention. I was too mesmerized by this man's stern and sad eyes. They looked as though they were filled with all the sadness of the world; those bleeding eyes that both threaten and adore.
I continued on what seemed like a never-ending journey to this man of mystery. With every step closer, when my foot met with the ground, it became increasingly louder and matched up with my heart which was beating faster and faster, as though heading towards a long awaited destination. He put his hand out, waiting to escort me to where I once dreamed to be his lair in the catacombs beneath the chapel. It was 5 feet away, 4 feet, 3, 2, 1. I raised my hand towards his, not knowing what consequences it may lead to.
Before I knew it, my hand lay in his. Suddenly, I was filled with warmth and my soul began to soar with his touch. Slowly, he led me behind the big castle, where lay the door that was to lead us to a world where the daylight dissolves into darkness. I now had given him my mind fully, and leaving the world I once knew behind, I mindlessly followed the phantom into the depths of the catacombs, not giving the world I was leaving a second thought.