Phantom of the Opera: What Lies Beyond

(A/N: Hi guys! This is my 1st fic so sorry if it sucks!)

Summary: Mary Jane Johnston moves into an old house with quite a history. She gets more than she bargained for when she finds a mysterious dress in her attic and is taken back in time to come face to face with a certain musical genius.(Sucky Summary!)

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own POTO! But, hey, a girl can dream can't she? lol.

Okay! here it goes! Please review!

Chapter one: New Home

It was a rainy day in Paris and showed no signs of stopping. A black mini-cooper pulled up into the driveway of a very old home just on the outskirts of town. A young woman of about 21 with dark brunette hair and saphire eyes looked at the home in awe. My first home. Mary Jane Johnston thought excitedly. She skipped up to the front door and went inside to avoid getting totally soaked.

"Wow.."she said looking at the size of the place. More like palace. She laughed to herself thinking of when her father had said he had gotten her a cottage in the country outside Paris. Her mood suddenly became dark at the thought of her father. He had been murdered just 3-months ago. They had not found his killer. Yet. Her mother took her father's death worst of all. She had become so mad with grief that she had been admitted to a phycyatric hospital near where she lived. Well, used to live.

Her father had bought her this home just after she graduated from collage. She had always had a fantasy of going to Paris and become famous and finding her one-true love. Sounds like something out of all the fluffy romance novels she used to read. She began unpacking all of her CD's and movies in the spacious living room.

While setting the movies on the shelves her eyes scanned the various movie titles until they landed on one. The Phantom Of The Opera. She loved the movie with a passion. She could watch it over and over again until she would get headaches from all the singing. When I'm through packing I'll watch it. She set it aside and went back to unpacking.

Around 3-hours later Mary Jane decided that she had done enough damage for one day. She had managed to get all of her bedroom furniture, all her bathroom accesories, and some of the kitchen and living room. She plopped down in her recliner that the moving men had broght in earlier that day. She turned her TV up so she could sing without over powering the music with her voice. She couldn't help but sing with all the songs she knew by heart.

The rain had steadily gotten more intense outside but Mary had failed to notice. It was to the point where The Phantom was taking Christine down into his lair for the first time. Mary was singing her heart out and had to admit, she wasn't half-bad. The weather was slowly becoming worse but Mary just continued singing. Christine was on the screen singing the simingly un-human high pitches of the song. When she sang the highest note, the electricity went out. Mary was so into the music that she carried the note out till she had to breathe again. She blinked repeatedly, trying to adjust her eyesight to the pitch-black room. She made her way into the kitchen and lit a candle.

Well, this is just peachy. She thought dryly. She began exploring her new home with just a candle leading her way. Se came upon a door she hadn't seen before and eyed at it cautiously. The realiters never said anything about this...but she made up her mind and opened it slowly. There before her was a winding staircase leading up further into the house. She began to slowly climb the stair case.

About 2 minutes later, she came to a small dusty room that looked like it hadn't been used in years. She quietly walked inside looking all-around. There were many trunks and wardrobes that looked like they were probably antiques'. She made her way over to one elegant trunk that had a gold frame and beautiful woodwork. She undid the latch and opened it looking inside curiously. She saw multiple drawings that she had to admit were very well-done. But, what she found very peculier was that, they were all of the same woman. Mary looked at the picture closely. The woman had beautiful long, curly, locks that fell at about mid back. She had vey innocent looking doe eyes and was very thin. Even though Mary was gorgous, she couldn't help but envy the womans looks.

She tore her eyes away and they fell upon something that sparked her interist. It was a dress. Not just any dress either. It was a beautiful light-blue dress that was tight and very eye-catching at the top but soft and flowing at the skirts. The shoulders drooped showing a generous amount of cleavage for somthing worn in that time period. It looked like it belonged to her favorite movie. She looked around the room once again, still holding the dress. She saw a floor length mirrior to her left. She began to smile thinking of something that would keep her entertained for a while.

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