"If ya don't know what it is, don't smoke it!" I hollered after my brothers, who were leaving for a business trip. I had the house to myself for the weekend. I sighed happily and went upstairs to my bedroom. "To do, what to do?" I asked myself when I finally got there. I flopped on my bed and pulled my laptop, Beverly, to me.

"Good mornin' Bev!" I greeted her as she powered on, and I double-clicked on the Firefox icon. "Let's see what's on Big-fish, shall we?" But, the Internet had other ideas. I sighed and read the info box aloud. "Firefox is already running, but is not responding. To open a new window, you must first close the existing Firefox process, or restart the system." I closed out of the box and tried again. And again. And again, until I finally got the stupid browser to open.

"Good God! Damn Internet leprechauns!" I sighed and logged on to my favorite site. "I have one game club credit, what should I do with it?" I scrolled down and a white mask caught my eye. I continued watching it and gasped aloud at the writing that appeared after a moment.

"Mystery Legends: The Phantom of the Opera, Collectors Edition." The fan-girl inside of me roared and I eagerly clicked on the link. I read the description to my computer mouse. "The ruins of the opera house stand as a tomb to unrequited love. Though long abandoned, an undying ghost still wanders its halls, plotting the return of his heart's desire. Discover the history that haunts the opera house and face all of its challenges. Confront the man behind the mask and complete the final act in Mystery Legends: Phantom of the Opera, a fantastic Hidden Object Puzzle Adventure game!" I squee'd and decided to buy the game. I bounced on the bed as I watched the game download. Then I realized that it would take more than a few seconds.

"I must have a Mountain Dew!" I announced, running to the kitchen to fetch snacks and the afore mentioned beverage. When I got back, ninety-nine percent of the game had loaded. I blinked, wondering how in the world that had happened so quickly. "Guess I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth..." I said slowly, setting the liter of Mountain Dew on the floor beside my bed.

BOOM!

I feel off of my bed, grasping the plastic bottle to my chest. "Jesus! I know how much storms frighten you, Dewy. We'll get through this together." With that, I cleared my throat and got on my bed. "Yay, it's done loading. Yay!" I double-clicked the play button. Then there was another crack of thunder, and the screen turned a creepy green color.

"The heck?" I murrmured, moving closer to the screen.

"Come to me, Angel of Music." I heard a man's voice. It sounded...angelic. I tried to move away, but the screen was sucking me in. Literally.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed, before blacking out.

I tried to get comfortable. I tossed and turned. I didn't remember my bed being this hard. I groaned and sat up.

"We're not in Kansas, anymore." I whispered, remembering what had happened. Then I heard a voice. The same voice I had heard before...

"Welcome back, my love. Oh! How long I have waited for this day. This time I will make you love me. This time you wont leave me..." His voice, it was strong and as loud as thunder, and kind of gravely. "Bring me the black roses within this house and I will show you everything you have forgotten."

"What? What did I forget? What am I supposed to do? Why am I here? Who are you? Why am I talking to myself?" One question came after another, until I smacked myself across the face. "Okay, Lottie, you are calm, cool and collected. You are inside of the game... it makes sense now. This is a hidden object game, be logical." I breathed deeply, and looked around. In front of me was a huge arch covered with a red curtain, with the words, Don Juan printed on it in black. On direct left of the arch was a puppet, holding a rope in one hand, leaving the other empty. It looked as if he wanted something.

"Hmm..." On the other side of the curtain was a red couch with a tear in it. Hanging above it were two pictures.

"Someone had a hissy fit." I speculated, continuing my inspection of the room. To my left were three ticket booths, but two were boarded up, leaving the middle one open. Taking up most of the wall to my right was a well lit bar with a flashlight on top of the counter.

"Flashlight? In the eight-teen-nineties? Something to Google!" I moved closer to the bar and took the flash-light. I sat on the counter, and tried to click it on. "Hey! It works! Sweet. This place is so... old. What happened to the walls? Some places are missing dry wall, for Heaven's sakes. Did dry wall even exist in the eighteen-hundreds? I need answers!" I looked at the celling, as if it would magically answer my questions. It didn't, but it ws nice to look at. It was made out of beautiful stained glass. On either side of it were three boxes, which were covered with the same moth-eaten velvet as the couch. I swung my leg over the bar and walked over to a poster.

"I am sort of a Don Juan, you know." The ghostly voice spoke in my left ear.

"Gah!" I jumped back, to glare at the person who did the whispering, but no one was there. I sighed, and inspected the poster. The original title was crossed out with red paint, and underneath it were the words, 'Don Juan' and circled beneath that was the date, 1/25/1896.

"I might have to-" I was cut off by a something grazing against my ear. "Jesus!" There was a thick, leather bound book, right by my feet. I cupped my hands around my mouth. "Thank you for trying to kill me! Jerk!" I bent down and picked up the would be murder weapon. Inside was a pencil and a map. I blinked. I cupped my hands around my mouth again. "Um...sorry about the jerk thing. I take it back... And thanks for the journal, the pencil and the map. I appreciate it. A lot. I guess you weren't trying to kill me. Sorry about that. Heh." I turned and set the book on the counter.

"Now would be a good time to go through my pockets, wouldn't it?" I unbuttoned both of the breast pockets on my vest and pulled out three bobbypins, a stich ripper, a quarter, my headphones, a copy of 'Be Near Me When My Light Is Low' hand written by me on a small piece of white paper, and a pack of gum.

"How could all of that possibly fit in two pockets?" I shoved my hands into the bigger pockets lower down and pulled out, a box of orange Tic-Tacs, my phone/mp3 player, a lighter, an eraser shaped like Barney with his eyes gouged out, the eraser eyes of Barney or at least what was left of them, some string, lint, a twenty dollar bill, and a key.

"I was wondering what happened to Barney." I searched the pockets of my skinny jeans, but there wasn't anything in them.

"Surprising." I looked down my shirt to see if I had anything in my bra. "Another bobbypin, a couple of rubber bands, three paper clips, some stickers, and... well, those aren't detachable, so they stay."

"You broke my heart." I heard the slightly gravely voice of Erik say.

"Look, honey, I'm not Christine. If I were, I probably would've forgotten how to breathe by now." I told him, hopping up on the counter and organizing my loot. "My name is Charlotte, by the way, what's yours?"

Silence.

"Maybe he didn't hear me." I said after shoving the money, the string, and the three of the bobbypins into the Tic-Tac container. I cupped my hand's around my mouth, and yelled, "My name is Charlotte, what's yours?"

Silence.

I repeated this a few more times, before coming to a realization. "You're ignoring me, aren't you? Fine then, I don't care. Dewy!" I saw my Mountain Dew Bottle on the floor by the couch.

"Oh, Dewy, my love! I promise never to leave you again!" I unscrewed the lid and chugged some of the soda inside. Then, I giggled and jumped over the bar. And promptly fell on my face. "I'm okay! I'm going to explore that room now." I pushed back the curtain that was over a doorway that was behind the bar.

"Flashlight powers, activate!" I said, clicking on my flashlight. I began sweeping the room with the beam of light. "Coat, coat, coat, coat, box, coat, coat, coat, coat, coat, shiny object, coat coat coat coa- wait, something shiny?" I walked over and grabbed tried to grab the shiny object, but the shelf it was on was too tall for me to reach.

"Damn shelf and it's tallness." I growled, walking back a bit. Then I saw a small, wooden cabnate.

"Perfect!" I said stepping on it and grabbing the shiney object, which turned out to be a lightbulb. Then the cabnate turned step-stool started to wiggle a bit. "Woah, woah, woooaaaaah..." It stopped wiggling. "Good st- ahhh!" It threw me off, and I landed flat on my back. "I hope you drown in Cheerios!" I told it, as I put the light-bulb into my pocket and stood.

"What's this?" I saw a wooden box stuck to the wall, and opened it. Inside was a mess of wires, a row of switches at the bottom, and a row of lights at the top. "Hmm..." I flick a switched, and the light labeled, 1, turned on. I flicked another switch, and the light turned off. I raised an eyebrow, and followed the wire coming out of the box labeled ,2. Then I flicked the switch with the 1 on it then the one with the 2. Both of the lights came on and stayed on.

"Oh! I get it now. I have to follow the wires to find the right switch to flip. This is gonna be easy."

I followed and flicked, until the all the lights came on. I heard a 'duh-nuh' and the light above my head came on. "Sweet." I walked out of the room, and saw lights on at the ticket booth. I went over to inspect it and there was a bunch of junk inside of it. "Oh! A hidden object scene! But what do I have to find?" A page floated down, seemingly from the celling, where it settled in front of me. I picked it up and read it.

"My Dearest Christine,"

"My name is not Christine! My name is Charlotte! Spelt C-H-A-R-L-O-T-T-E If you keep calling me Christine, I refuse to acknowledge your existence!"

Another piece of paper floated down.

"My Dearest Charlotte,"

I laughed a bit.

"In this area, you must find:

a ticket;

a lyre;

a coin;

a caped man;

a golf ball;

a Masquerade mask;

a metronome;

a tugboat;

a type writer key;

a clock;

and an ornament.

Forever Yours,

Erik.

"That was very helpful. Thank you, Erik." I said, setting the paper down and setting to work. "I wonder what a lyre is- oh, never mind."

Time Lapse: 20 minutes.

"Okay then... now I just need the harmonica and the type writer key..."

Time Lapse: 10 minutes.

"Harmonica... type writer key...harmonica... type writer key... harmonica... type writer key...harmonica... type writt- oh! There's the harmonica!" I grinned triumphantly as I grabbed the harmonica and tossed it on top of the pile of stuff that was sitting to my left. "Now to find the type writer key..."

"Would you like some help?" I heard Erik's voice in my right ear.

"Gah!" I jumped to my left. Of course, Erik wasn't there. One would think that I would've gotten used to him randomly speaking by now.

"Would you?" He asked again.

"Sure." I said, still trying to get over the mini-heart attack. I heard a mirror break and a purple ring surrounded the type-writer key.

"Thank you." I said. "So, what do I take?"

"The ticket." He told me.

"Kay." I said, taking the ticket and putting it into my pocket. "To do what now shall I?" I walked over to the puppet. Half of his looked like it had been smeared with tar. "Poor thing." I said, caressing his face. "I assume you want the ticket..." I put the ticket into his hand, and he pulled on the rope, the curtain falling halfway down. Warily, I pulled out my stitch ripper and grabbed the curtain, pulling it with me as I jumped back.

Black smoke enveloped the arch and I saw a tall, hooded figure. The figure gladed closer to me, until he was invading my personal space.

"Hi, Erik." I greeted him with a wave of my stitch ripper.

"Welcome to my Opera House, welcome to your destiny. The time has come to be reunited with your Angel of Music. Do you remember our last meeting? Let me show you..."

I blinked and I saw Erik, with his masked on the ground, one hand covering his face the other reaching out beseechingly.

"I had reached the depths of my dispar- it was all over. The shadow of my death was drew near."

Then I saw who I assumed to be Christine and the fop, running up the stairs. I snorted at Roul's cane.

"You were the light in the darkness of my existence. I was your Angel of Music...but you chose him."

The scene changed, and Erik was standing over barrels of what I assumed were explosives with a torch in his hand.

"All was lost. You left me. The time had come to end it!"

Again, the scene changed. The opera house was on fire.

"My house would burn, but my spirit would not rest. One day, god willing, I would have my revenge!"

"Yes, because getting even is always the best course of action." I murmured sarcastically. He ignored me, and the slide show ended.

"I loved you, Christine-"

I cut him off by poking him with the stitch ripper.

"Ow!"

"What did you just call me." My voice was dangerously low.

He stopped talking and disappeared.

"Wuss." I muttered. I sighed and went to inspect the new area I had just discovered.

Me: Well, what did y'all think? I hoped you liked it!

Erik: Was it necessary to stab me with that? (Nods at stitch ripper)

Me: Confuse me with Christine again, and I'll stab something more important to you... (Motions to Erik's trousers with the stitch ripper)

Erik: (Disappears)

Me: Heh. Anyways, the computer game that this fic is based off of is real! Seriously!
It's called Mystery Legends: The Phantom of the Opera.

Erik: She'll put a link to the website she got the game off of.

Me: Who died and made you the boss?

Erik: You did. (Holds up Punjab Lasso)

Me: I will castrate you.

Erik: Time for the disclaimer!

Me:...smooth.

Erik: The Authoress owns absolutely nothing, except herself.

Me: I apologize for any errors that I might appear in this Fic. Thanks to Biskuits for doing a play through of the game! I wouldn't be able to remember any of Erik's dialogue, if not for her. She's on youtube, just so y'all know. I'll put another link to her walk-through on my page. Review! Reviews = love. And I need love...

Erik:...I can't judge...