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Chapter 1

I angrily hung up the phone with Allura, my sister. I was sprawled out on the end of my bed and kicked out in anger, which didn't do much since I was lying on my back. The injustice of it all! How fair was it that my husband's family didn't like me? This has been going on for more than four years now, but I love my husband and my daughter. I couldn't imagine life without them, I have already had too many losses in my life, I will not loose them.

I get off the bed and pick up Paige who was peeking at me from the doorway and carry her to the front room where my husband, Chad sat watching television.

"Do you feel better?" Chad asked me.

I huffed. "No I don't feel better, Allura only helped fuel my fire. What did you say to Clayton when he called you?"

"I didn't say anything, I was in shock!" Chad said with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes. It's just like him to laugh when I'm upset, it's his 'defense mechanism' or so he tells me.

"Well you need to tell your mother and step-dad to lay off, they are not raising Paige, we are. She is our daughter and they need to mind their boundaries and stop telling us how to live our lives."

"Can't you just forget about it, you can't win. They are always right, and we are always wrong, that's how it has been my whole life." Chad said solemnly.

"Well I'm tired of just laying by; you know I'm not a quiet person by nature and to just keep my piece is draining me. It just let's your family know that they say and do is acceptable, and it's not!"

"Honey I know, we just can't take Paige over to mom and Clayton's house anymore."

"Yeah, and tell them not to come over here anymore. I'm tired of having Ann, and Clay come over to my house. If Clayton wants' to lecture me about being a bad mom, he should look at how he raises Clay. Look, I don't want to argue anymore. Just talk to your mom okay?"

Chad nodded his head. I picked up Paige, who was getting into stuff she knew she shouldn't be getting into.

I took her back to her room and changed her diaper and took the short overalls off and her onesie, and put a clean onesie on her, it was too hot for footie pajamas.

"Can you believe it Paige, less than a month until you're a year old!" I said giving her a kiss and putting her into her crib. She raised her little chubby legs, the first sign of a fit to come, and I put the blanket over her, turned her music on from her Winnie the Pooh mobile thing, and gave her a sippy cup.

They probably think I'm a bad mother for already having Paige weaned from the bottle. I leaned over the crib bars and kissed Paige on the forehead for the last time.

When I got back to the front room Chad was watching another series about the death of Michael Jackson. Yes it was very sad and sudden that he died, but come one people! How can you keep showing the same stuff about him over and over again? I was so tired of hearing about it. So I take out my trusty Dell laptop and open my e-mail, and to my luck there is an e-mail saying that a chapter of one of the fan fiction's I read has updated.

I click on the e-mail and saw it was one of my favorite Harry Potter fan fics. I quickly read it and reply, as I always do, it's so rude not to review, it's the only paycheck fan fiction writers get. I go back to my e-mail and see I have another e-mail saying another story has been updated, but I'm far to tired to read another chapter.

"Are you ready for bed?" I ask Chad.

He turns to me with that goofy smile that could only mean one thing.

"Come on, let's go." I said with a small smile as we head to the bedroom.

After everything was done, both of us in our 'pajamas' if you could call them pajamas. Mine is a pair of old boxers that don't fit Chad anymore. They are bright green and have the 7 up logo all over them. My shirt is a plain over sized white shirt that I got for donating blood a few years ago. Chad's pajama's is just a pair of old grungy shorts.

"You're getting up with Paige tomorrow right?" I ask Chad.

He nodded his head as he gets on my laptop. "Good, then I'm going to take my contacts out for the night." I said as I head for the only bathroom we have in the house.

I take my contacts out and wash my face, and brush my teeth. I walk back into our bedroom and climb under the sheets put my glasses on and start reading. I don't know why I'm re-reading this book, if I remember correctly it wasn't that good in the first place, but I trudge on through the book. It's all my dad's fault that I'm re-reading it in the first place.

If it wasn't for my dad, I wouldn't like to read at all. He wanted to be closer to me, Allura, and Aimee after him and my mom and gotten a divorce, so he read the Harry Potter books onto tapes. Well only the first two books, since the other books hadn't been released. We listened to a chapter or two every night, and it was nice to be able to hear my dad's voice since we were so far away from him.

When I had gone to live with him and my step-mom Anne, he kept telling me I would like this book by an author named Dean Kootz, so I pick it up and read it. I read so many of his books, that now, I have a hard time keeping all the different stories separated from each other.

When I was reading the book for the first time, years ago, he had asked where I was, and I told him that the mother to the main character was pregnant, and he made some comment about her being pregnant with twins! I couldn't believe he would tell me that, but that's just my dad. He likes to rag on me. So I decided to re-read it because I couldn't remember if she was really pregnant with twins or not, so now I have to read it so I could find out.

I get to the start of a new chapter and decide to call it a night. I turn to Chad and kiss him goodnight and go to sleep. I always could fall asleep very easily, even through the noise of the television and Chad typing away on the laptop.

I was having some kind of dream, but I couldn't remember what it was. I hated that, but I remember knowing it was a dream, but I wake up to The Music of the Night. I opened my eyes and knew the only thing that could play that music was the little snow globe of Erik and Christine in the boat Erik put Christine in to go to his underground lair.

I was instantly afraid. The only thing that could make that music play was if someone had wound it, from the bottom. It was one of snow globes that played music, but you had to wind the key. I had gotten it as a Christmas gift when my parents were still married, long before the movie came out.

I could hear Chad's breathing change, and knew he was awake. "Amanda, did you do that?" He asked me, his voice thick with sleep.

"No, I didn't." I replied in a quiet whisper. My eyes still hadn't gotten used to the dark, so I didn't have my night vision, and I couldn't see if there was anyone standing next to my dresser, where I kept the snow globe since I got it.

It wasn't just one little not that played either, it sounded as if someone had wound the key until it wouldn't let you anymore. For a few horrifying minutes I listened to the melody of Music of the Night until it stopped.

The first thing that popped into my mind was ghosts, since Chad liked to watch Ghost Hunters and I watched it with him, it was the only thing that seemed logical.

Chad gave a little chuckle "Maybe our house is haunted." He said. It was if he could read my mind. He rolled over and quickly went to sleep, but no such luck for me. I lay awake in the semi-darkness, our alarm clock was very bright, and stared at the ceiling and near my dresser, where I knew the snow glob to be. It started playing at 2:36 A.M. and by 3:15 I was still awake. I got up and walked to the snow globe, tripping on a flip-flop on my way to the dresser.

I looked at Chad and he was still asleep. I just didn't understand how it could go off, and I knew this wasn't a dream, or I was imagining it because Chad had heard it too. A part of me didn't want to touch it, but another part of me did, to see if maybe it was warm or cold or something. Since I watched all those Ghost Hunters I knew that if it was cold there might be the presence of a ghost since they draw all the heat from their surroundings to manifest.

Being the chicken that I am, I decide not to touch it, just yet anyways. I go down the hallway and check on Paige, who is sleeping soundly in her room. I gently pry the blanket from under her, where she has her butt sticking up in the air, and cover her legs up.

I walk back into my bedroom and directly to my dresser. I take a deep breath and reach out and grasp the snow globe. An electric shock goes through my whole hand and up my arm. I try to let go of it, but it feels like it's glued to my hand. My arm is starting to curl up. I gasp in pain and slam my eyes shut in pain.

Then the pain subsides. I quickly move the snow globe back to place it on my dresser, but when I let go of it, it crashes to the floor. I open my eyes in surprise and see that I'm no longer in my bedroom. The glass had broken on stone floor.

"Comment diable avez-vous ici." A man's voice rings out furiously.

I turned around and can't see a soul. I'm in a pitch black room and fear rises in my chest like nothing I have ever known. I have no idea where I am, and I have no idea what was just said to me, but I knew it wasn't in English.

"Please, can you turn on a light?" My voice rings out, and it echoes back to me. It terrifies me to no end that I can't see the person who is talking to me.

I heard the strike of a match to the left of me and I turn to see an angry man in half shadows. I take a step back, but bump into a wall behind me, I can't retreat any further.

"J'ai dit comment diable avez-vous ici."

Tears run down my face. "I don't understand what you're saying." I say loudly to the man who is now lighting candles.

"Oh, an Englishwoman. Your so far from you homeland I daresay. How did you find yourself in my domain?"

I look at the man before me in fear. There was something about his voice that I recognized.

I feel stiff rope come around my neck and I clutch at the rope trying to loosen it from my neck, then it hit me. I knew this voice because I was obsessed. Maybe not so much as I used to be when the movie came out in 2004, but still obsessed because I did my own bit of fan fiction writing, and mostly on Phantom of the Opera.

"Erik please don't kill me!" I try to say as loud as I could, but the lasso was to tight around my throat.

Then a miracle happened, he dropped the rope, and I quickly took it off from around my neck.

"How do you know my name?" He asks in furry. He had taken very quiet steps because I couldn't even hear him come towards me.

"Your famous." I said as I pressed my back against the wall.

How many times had I talked to Rose and said that if I ever did meet Erik I would show him that he was loved and appreciated? Of course when I'm actually faced with it, my spine turns to jelly and I only give stupid answers.

"You know about me? How?" Erik asked skeptically.

"You're a book, a movie, and a play. Well your character is. I know all about Christine, and how you burned down the opera house after your Opera that you wrote Don Juan Triumphant."

Erik's hands shot out and grabbed the upper part of my arms and shook me a little roughly. "You will tell me everything you know."

So everything that happened up until Amanda travled back in time really happened to me, and I got the idea for this after everything happened last night. Everyone in my story is real, I'm just using middle names here. I hope you guys liked readind the first chapter to my really weird Phantom of the Opera fan fic, so please review, and let me know what you think about it.

Desiree'