Disclaimer: Okay, I do not own any Phantom of the Opera charcters. All charcters belong to Gaston LeRoux. And I have used a Ouija board before, and no, it didn't scare me. I thought it would be interesting to write about a story how you can actually contact Erik threw it, so here it is. And if you do not like Ouija boards, then don't read...I guess. But if you do, what are you waiting for? Read the story!

Summary: (A Modern Day Story) Two teenages are determined to communicate with the Phantom of the Opera threw a Ouija board! But something goes terribly wrong when Christine finally gets hold of Erik, and he knows how to control her and make her his own.

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Chapter 1

"Christine! Christine!" Meg whispered harshly. She is nudging my elbow and she has been whispering my name for quite some time now. I yawn and open my eyes to look at her. She looks worried and angry all at the same time. There's my best friend for you, Meg Rae. I suppose that I must of fallen asleep again.

"Do you want the teacher to catch you, Christine?" She hisses. "That's the third time this week you have fallen asleep!"

"How do you expect me not to fall asleep in this class?" I hiss back. We were in Math class, and Mr. Pratt, our teacher, was blabbing about fractions. I sigh and look over to the clock. Only 2:00, we get out of school in a hour and a half.

"Miss. Rae, Miss. Schuyler? Is there something you would like to say?" Mr. Pratt asked. His arms were folded across his chest and I knew he was angry. I looked around and saw the whole eighth grade class looking at us. I glanced over at Meg and she was whimpering. The poor girl was too much of a teacher's pet and she was way too determined to get work done and not have any fun.

"No, sir! We're very sorry, we didn't mean to talk. We'll stop now," Meg folded her hands and looked up at the chalkboard, paying as much attention as she could and trying to ignore all of the eyes that were laid upon her. Some people snickered and I only turned to look at Mr. Pratt.

"Miss. Schuyler? Anything to say?" Mr. Pratt asked me, his arms still across his chest. I silently shook my head and waited for school to be over.

But 2:30 was Language Arts class. We all were to do a book report about two similar books and present them to the class in two weeks. Right when the teacher told us about this assignment, I knew exactly the two books that I would get. Phantom of the Opera by Gaston LeRoux, and Phantom by Susan Kay. I already read the Phantom of the Opera, so now I was almost finished with Phantom.

I was deeply fascinated with Christine Daae. She was my favorite charcter in the whole book, and I loved her so much. She was such an innocent girl, and I just wished that I could of been her in a former life. My mother told me that she named me after Christine Daae, and once she had told me about the Phantom of the Opera, I became obsessed with it. I have been a fan as long as I was born, for fifteen years now. I couldn't wait to present my report.

But I was also very interested in Erik, the Opera Ghost, or as I love to call him: The Phantom of the Opera. He seemed like such a sweet character when he was a child, but since nobody treated him with respect, he became evil and started to worship Satan. I found it so sad that he started worshiping Satan after he found out that Christine was going to leave him for Raoul. The Phantom of the Opera is such a sweet love triangle, and I only wish that Christine would of gone with Erik instead of Raoul. And it amazes me to know that The Phantom of the Opera was real. The story, the charcters, Erik and Christine, they were all real once...

When school was finished, I grabbed my bookbag from my locker and headed out the door. After bumping into about fifteen people, I managed to make it to my bus before it left. Meg almost didn't make it. Right when I got on the bus, the door closed and Meg came up and started to pound on the window. The bus driver eventually got annoyed and opened the door for her.

"Hurry up, Barbie!" The bus driver yelled. I rolled my eyes. Our bus driver, Mr. Slack was an old, hairy, mean man. I hated how he called Meg 'Barbie' even though she looked like one. She just walked quickly towards me and sat down next to me. Her eyes looked red and swollen, as if she had been crying.

"Meg, what's wrong? Usually you're the first one on the bus, never the last." I said, patting her shoulder.

"I got a detention, Christine." She mumbled.

My eyes grew wide. This couldn't be possible! Meg was the smartest girl in our class, and she always paid attention, got her work done, and listened to the teachers. She never got a detention, OSS, ISS, or suspensions.

"How? From who?" I demanded.

Meg glared at me and replied, "Mr. Pratt. For talking." She then turned away.

I knew she was mad at me. She was only trying to get me to pay attention and I was too busy sleeping and trying to ignore her. I sighed and tapped on her shoulder. I knew I owed her an apology, if that detention belonged to someone, it belonged to me.

She turned around and still glared at me. "What?"

"Meg, I'm so sorry! I deserved that detention, I was sleeping during class when I should of been listening. And you were only trying to get me to pay attention-"

"Don't worry, Christine," Meg smiled sadly. "I deserved it too. After all, I was talking."

I gave Meg a hug and we chatted until our bus finally reached our stop. Meg and I both hopped off the bus and walked over to our street, Maple Drive. Meg and I were neighbors, and we only lived across the street from each other. I had a two story house, and she had a one story house. My house looked like a mansion, with it's white paint and beautiful rose bushes and flowers in the front lawn. Meg's house was a red brick house and had a lot of flowers planted in the lawn. Her father had the 'green thumb' in her family.

"Bye, Christine. I'll see you tomorrow!" Meg shouted, and then ran inside of her house. I went inside mine and started to watch The Phantom of the Opera starring Gerard Butler and Emmy Rossum. It was my favorite movie in the whole wide world.

After a few minutes of watching my movie, right when the Overture was on, my older brother Raoul came and scared the living crap out of me by jumping in front of me and screaming his lungs out. I screamed and flew backwards, landing on the white leather couch. Once he started to laugh and fall on the ground in hysteria, I threw a pillow at him.

"Don't you ever do that again!"

He chuckled. "Sorry sis, but I had to. I have to tell you something."

"This better be important," I said, and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Come here," He grabbed my hand and led me to his room. Once he brought me inside, the first thing I noticed was a box on his bed that said, 'Ouija Board'.

"Isn't it beautiful?" He asked.

I studied the box and then asked, "What is it?"

His mouth dropped open and he stared at me like I was crazy until I finally snapped in front of his eyes, which made him blank.

"You don't know what a Ouija Board is? Oh brother!" He chuckled. "This board," he picked it up. "Allows you to talk to the dead. Spirits, Entities, whatever! You can talk to them."

I thought he was playing a joke on me for a moment, but once I noticed the serious look in his eyes I stopped smiling.

"I bet it doesn't work," I said mockingly.

"Oh, yes it does, sister. Yes it does."

I was getting really scared right now. I didn't want to have this thing in our house where you could communicate with dead people. I gulped and looked at Raoul.

"Want to use it now?" He grinned.

I let out a piercing scream and ran out his bedroom door. The last thing I wanted was to talk to a dead person.

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Did everyone like the first chapter? Please read and review! I really hope I get some reviews because I really want to write this story. And most importantly I want to have some readers who tell me to hurry up and post the next chapter, hehe! Well, hope you liked it, please R&R!