Phantom of the opera story
Evelina became an orphan at a young age. She has lived on the streets of Paris, France most her life, which was about thirteen years total. Two years with her parents before they died, once they died six years in the orphanage, then the orphanage got run down, and now it has been seven years of her living on the streets of Paris.
Thunder rolled as the rain poured down onto the city of love, Paris France. Evelina was running down the side walks and lightning illuminated her pale face as it flashed in the distance for one brief moment. Water from puddles splashed against her sore aching legs as she fled. Two men were chasing her in hot pursuit. They were bandits.
Evelina turned a corner and was facing the opera house and heard the bandits gaining on her and she ran up the slippery steps and banged loudly on the door. "please! Let me in! Help me please!" she begged. No lights were on in the opera house yet she felt as if there were someone inside. The phantom heard rapid banging on the doors and strode towards them once he was close enough to hear the frantic cries for help, he allowed the doors to swing open and Evelina, who was drenched to the bone and shivering stumbled inside and hid.
The bandits walked inside and glanced around. "uh, isn't this place haunted?" one of the bandits asked. "oh come on! Quit being a scaredy cat and get in here." the other replied. They continued to search for Evelina. The phantom grew angry as they threw things around in their search. "You fools! You dare tear apart my theater?! You will pay for ever entering my theater!" he yelled but remained hidden. The bandits started to shake in fear. They looked around and heard something above them moving around.
They glanced upward and quickly dodged the chandelier as it fell and crashed onto the spot they were standing. Evelina ducked behind the couch she was hiding behind out of the way of the flying shattered glass of the chandelier. "the phantom is real!" one of the bandits exclaimed. "and guess what I have in the back room? CHANDELIERS! The closet? MORE CHANDELIERS!" he yelled and the bandits ran out screaming. Evelina came out from behind the couch. "th-thank you...I will never forgot this. I promise." she called and she left.
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