My father was born with a deformed face. His mother feared him and hated him, so she sold him to a freak show with the gypsies. He was locked in a cage, and got whipped. He was called 'The Devil's Child.' But then, Madame Giry helped in escape. He fled under the opera house for many years. Madame Giry knew how lived there all along. Many years later, my mother came to the opera house because she had no other place to go. Because, my mother's father died when she was very young, and he said that he would bring the Angel of Music to guide her. My mother Christine Daae was practicing her singing. Firmin and Andre, you know the old managers, asked her to take Carlotta's place. Mother was a ballet dancer with her friend Meg. Meg's mother was Madame Giry, who was the ballet instructor. One day, Carlotta the opera singer's voice croaked! That's why they took her out of the performance. Mother now took the place of Carlotta. When mother was performing one night, a man from her childhood, named Raoul, found her. They talked about their childhood. That night, Christine stood before a large mirror in Carlotta's dressing room. Then, she heard a man's voice; my fathers. He pretended to be mother's Angel of Music, and brought her down to his lair below the opera house. He taught her music each night... until she took off his mask. He used the mask to cover his deformed face. Mother was scared at first, but calmed down enough to hand the mask back to him. He then took her back up to the opera house. Carlotta was back in her place, and that night,SHE was singing the song that my father wrote for my mother to sing. He was so furious, that father cut the rope that hung large chandelier..."
I went on with the story. I told him the whole story about the phantom, Coney Island, and what happened to me in my past. "Mother, can we visit grandma and grandpa's graves tomorrow?"

"Yes my dear, but it's time to go to bed."
I tucked Erik into bed, kissed him on his forehead and put Erik's stuffed monkey in his arms. Erik's eyes closed. I blew the candle out, and walked to the doors of the balcony. I opened them and walked into the cold December air, and closed the doors behind me; not wanting to have my son cold, and looked at all the stars. I felt a cold rush, rub up against my back. I turned to see my father; he had his back wig on, and white porcelain mask on his face. "May I join you ma cherie?"
I nodded. He placed his hands on my shoulders. I leaned back against his body; he felt like he wasn't a ghost. His body felt just like he did when he was alive. "Kelsey... You told him didn't you?"
"Father, I had to. The boy had to know sometime!"
" BUT, you must not let him see me. You know what happened to you and mother."
"Yes. I know...Father, I love you."
"I love you too my daughter."
I then turned around to see Erik awake, staring at us. Oh my God. He cannot know about my father! Why now?! "Erik!" I said guarding father.
Who is this?" my son asked. I gave up. I put down my arms and stood aside. "He is your-"
"Kelsey. No... please."
"Father. I can't hide the truth forever."
Father just sighed.
"I am your grandfather Erik."
Erik just ran to him and wrapped his arms around father's waist. "Grandfather!" Erik cried; tears ran down his warm cheeks. "Erik, we finally meet my boy!" father said putting his own arms around my son's back. "Grandpa, I am so glad I can see you. Where's grandma?"
"She will be here tomorrow night my grandson."
"Time for bed now Erik." I said. Erik held my father's hand; not wanting to let go, and father walked with my son to his bed. Erik climbed into bed, and pulled the covers over his freezing body. Father and I each kissed Erik on the head before leaving the room, hand in hand. I closed Erik's door, and the two of us stood in the hallway. Father and I hugged; tears pouring out of my eyes. "You should get some rest my dear." father said as he kissed my forehead and hand. "Goodnight father." I said. Father vanished, not leaving a trace.I then turned to the bedroom shared with Gustave.