A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews, here we go again. I own no Phantom Of The Opera people or things.
Chapter 4: Voices In My Head
The next morning was Sunday. The Opera Populaire did not have a church of people, but it had a chapel. It was a medium size, dark and solitaire room with a cross in the center of the room and a standing candle holder. I awoke early, not sleeping well. Though we had practice that morning, I enjoyed my peaceful time. But as I walked through the dark corridors, I heard singing. It was not Meg Gerie, it was a man's voice. A strong, but beautiful tenor was ringing though the walls and I could still sense it when I walked into the chapel. I sat in the middle of the room and stared up at the cross.
" Protect mother, keep her safe and healthy. Please protect the girls in this house and bless our shows, father." I prayed. I looked back up but then around me quickly. I knew, I had heard something around me. I stood up and left down the stairs quickly. I broke into a run when I heard, what sounded like a person running behind me, though when I turned to look back, no one was there. I arrived breathless at Christiana's door.
" Ariana! What's wrong? Why were you running?" I shook my head.
" There... was...someone...someone...behind me...around me." I breathed. Christiana gave me a concerned look.
" Come on in, I made some tea." Christiana helped me into her room. She handed me a delecate china cup and saucer and gave me a chair.
" What's wrong, honey, you haven't been acting normal lately." I took a sip of tea.
" I don't know, Christi, it's... I heard a man singing when I went up to the chapel, and then when I got into the room, it seemed like someone was around me." I said, shivering. I took a gulp of tea. Christiana sat up.
" Ariana, it was probably your imagination running a bit too wild. But my, you are very cold!" She had place her hand on my forehead. I shivered and took another gulp of tea.
" Do you believe in the Phantom of The Opera, Christi?" I asked her. She gave what seemed to be a sigh of relief.
" Oh Ariana, I don't believe in fairy tales, is that what you thought these things were?" I sighed. Her realism was not what I needed.
" I don't know." I said. She laughed.
" Tell you what. I will guarantee you that if there ever was a " Opera Phantom" he is dead." She smiled. I pretended to smile back. I drained the rest of my glass.
" I've got to go then, rehearsal is at 10." She smiled.
" See you in a bit!" She opened her door. I looked at my best friend. She was smiling at my stupidity.
" O..K, see you later." I sighed and began to walk down the corridor. When I reached the stairs, however, I was sure I heard something this time. I was on the third step when RIGHT behind me, I heard a slam. I jumped in shock and turned around sharply. Nothing... there was absolutely nothing. But I was not convinced. I walked back down the steps and examined the bare stretch of wall with its peeling gold wall paper. To this day, I do not know what made me do this, but I pushed my body up against the wall, and I fell through.
It was a door, a secret passage. I peered behind the door cautiously. A dark corridor with candelabras, covered in cobwebs hung on the wall. I put my head in farther. I stepped one foot through the doorway. I put both through.
SLAM
The door had slammed shut.
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