Rébecca tilted her head. She heard bits and pieces of stories of the Opera Ghost, but never a full story, and never a full explanation of his motives.
From what Rébecca gathered, the Opera Ghost was neither dead nor alive. The Phantom, forever angered by his not living and his restlessness, would kill men in turn of his fate, taking their souls, but never able to live, but he kept doing it. He also knew that he was not dead, but wanted to be, so he would kill pretty maidens that he could keep as his ghostly wife when he did find peace.
Rébecca always found this a sad, sadistic, but untrue story. She never heard of anyone being killed. Sure, the first month she got here, there was a death, but the man hanged himself…and there was a missing woman...but she wasn't proven dead…
Rébecca felt sick. She also had a clue of who The Phantom was.
But she didn't want to think of that.
She didn't even want to here of it.
But Sarah began her tale anyway.
"See, the Opera Ghost was never born." She walked with her up the stairs. "He always existed in Paris, always dwelled in this area. He can go anywhere, but he chooses to stay here and kill pretty singers and musicians and strong young men so he can marry the ghosts of the girls and have the strength and body of the men. Only a few have seen him and lived. Some girl saw him and said his face looked like a white porcelain mask, but it was really his face! He was head to toe in black dress clothes, too, like a rich gentleman attending a funeral. His funeral. He doesn't speak, either. He just kills relentlessly and somehow does it without a mess. But trust me; he can make a mess when he wants to. People have claimed to see blood pouring down the walls like fountains, people screaming and laughing at the same time when no one was around, and of course, death."
Normally, Rébecca liked to hear of scary stories. She liked the thrill they gave her and when really good ones would actually scare her. This story, though…it wasn't…right…she knew that the story was directed to Erik, the mask, the clothes, that was what she had seen him in when he took her down to show her the lake.
Rébecca didn't like this, she especially didn't like how people came up with those stories of Erik killing and torturing and doing simply horrible and wrong things to others. She didn't like the idea or the origins of it, lies or not.
Rébecca didn't like it, not one bit.