Okay, so I've understood that I am confusing people about the charcters. Seth is Christine's brother. Raoul is her boyfriend. And Logan is a new goth boy that she met on the bus. Sorry for the confusion! And thanks for the wonderful reviews!

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All Saturday morning Meg and I sat in my room. We were both in complete shock and we couldn't do anything. Last night had been the creepiest. After the lights had eventually burned out, the window stopped opening and closing, the shoe stopped flying across the room, we both did our best to go to sleep.

Meg fell asleep fast with her blanket pulled over her whole body, including her face. I just laid there on the floor in my sleeping bag, my eyes wide open. I was hoping to see the masked figure again, but there was no sign of him. I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep, but then the door barged open.

I sat up and looked around the room, hoping to see my mother or father. But I didn't see anybody. The door had just opened, but how? The door was closed once we went to bed, and it had been closed during the whole Ouija session.

I started to get frightened and I laid back down. My door was still open and I had the weirdest feeling that there was something in my room. I flopped around in my sleeping bag trying to find a comfortable position, but I couldn't. I wouldn't be able to feel safe until it was light outside.

After I closed my eyes, I felt something on my neck. It felt like a cold bony hand. I knew it wasn't Meg, because her hands were always warm and they were definatley not bony. I bit my lip and tried to hold back my cries that I knew were surely coming. So I pretended to go to sleep.

The cold hand caressed my neck with the index finger. It then went down my sleeping bag and rubbed my smooth back. I tried to hold back the cries that were soon to come, but I felt that I couldn't take it any longer. I could feel that the hand was attached to an arm, and the arm was attached to a body. But who's?

The hand came out of my sleeping bag and soon I could feel cold breath down my neck. I shivered and squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. But just then I felt lips to my ear. It spoke, "Christine, my love..." The lips then kissed my ear.

This is when I screamed. I screamed so loudly that I thought I would wake up the dead. That is, if they weren't already up.

Meg sat up so suddenly I screamed even louder. Soon we both started screaming and my mother and father came barging in my room.

"What wrong? What is it? What happen?" My mother, Carlotta asked. "I hear a scream!"

"Yes, what happened?" My father, Piangi asked.

Meg looked at me in fright. I couldn't tell them what actually happened. They would think I was crazy!

"It was just a nightmare," I assured them. "Nothing happened."

"Good! Glad you okay, darling," Carlotta said, kissed my cheek and went away. Piangi had followed her, and he shut the door behind him.

"Christine, what happened? Are you sure it was a nightmare?" She asked sternly.

"No, Meg, it wasn't a nightmare." I knew that I could tell Meg what really happened. "Something touched me, and it kissed my ear. And it whispered in my ear, 'Christine...my love,' and the voice went away. I think we let out an evil spirit Meg," I felt tears about to burst.

"Oh Christine," she sighed. "I doubt that the spirit would haunt us. Why would it anyway?"

"Maybe it wants something from us," I suggested.

Meg just rolled her eyes and we both tried to fall asleep.

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It has been too silent this morning. I believe that I finally recovered from the shock of what happened last night. But Meg seemed more frightened then ever. We have been sitting in my room almost all morning now. I needed to strike up a conversation.

"You know what?" I said.

Meg looked at me. "What?"

"I know what spirit we let out."

"Who?"

"Erik."

Meg grabbed a pillow and whacked me on the back of my head. "Duh, Christine! You're so blonde, and you're not even blonde!"

"Well, you never know! I mean, I'm pretty sure it was Erik. Hey, did we end our session from last night?"

"Oh who cares! Can we possibly let out any more spirits?"

"Yes! I read it in an article on Seth's computer. It says if you don't end your session by saying goodbye you could still be letting out evil spirits!"

"Oh," Meg moaned. "I don't want to look at that board anymore. I'm still shocked from last night."

"Come on!" I said. I grabbed the box that I had shoved under my bed and pulled out the Ouija Board. But what I had seen made me very frightened. Meg leaned over to see what I was staring at.

On the box, there was a sentence that seemed to be carved out from a knife or something else sharp. The box had been torn at all four corners and in the middle of the box it said: "Play with me," in elegant cursive letters.

"Oh my god," Meg whispered.

"I told you, Meg!" I said. "We should of said goodbye! Now we have to play with it again."

"No we don't." Meg stated. "Just because it wants us to play with it, doesn't mean we have to."

"But we'll upset them if we don't, so let's play it!" I practically yelled. I set the board up and Meg grabbed her sheet of paper and pen.

I began the conversation like this:

Me: Hello

Board: Hello

Me: Who is this?

Board: Erik

Meg and I both stayed silent for a while. I decided to ask Erik if everything that happened last night was his idea.

Me: Erik, did you commit all that mischief last night?

Erik: Yes

Me: Why?

Erik: Angry

Me: You were angry?

Erik: Yes

Me: Why?

Erik: Because boyfriend

Me: My boyfriend? Raoul?

Erik: Yes

Me: Well why would you be mad at him?

The planchette didn't move. Meg was breathing deeply and constantly looking over her shoulder. She then bit her lip and tapped my shoulder.

"Christine, I think he's gone! Let's end our session now!"

All of a sudden, when I was ready to say goodbye, there was a loud booming voice that filled my room. It was a man's voice, and it spoke: "No!" and then all was silent.

"Holy shit!" Meg screamed. "Did you hear that?"

"Oh no, what was it?" I said sarcastically. "Of course I heard it! I'm not deaf!"

Meg gulped and stared at the Ouija board. The planchette was moving to letter 'D' and then 'E', 'A', 'T', 'H'.

Me: Death?

Erik: Yes

Me: What do you mean by that? (my hand was shaking)

Erik: Raoul death

Me: What? Why would you want to kill Raoul?

Erik: He take you from me

Me: What do you mean?

Erik: mine

Me: I beg your pardon?

Erik: mine mine mine

I couldn't take this anymore. Erik was really frightening me. He wanted to kill Raoul, and I couldn't let that happen! But then again, how could he kill him? He is a spirit, and a spirit can't kill a human being. Or...can they?

Me: Erik, was that you last night?

Erik: When

Me: At night, when I was trying to sleep. I felt a hand...and then I felt lips kiss my ear. Was it you?

Erik: Oh yes

Me: You scared me

Erik: Never meant to

Once I was ready to ask the next question, Meg gripped my shoulder. "So that's why you screamed?" She asked. I had already told her before that it wasn't a nightmare, but I nodded and told her again what happened, and that it was real. She seemed to believe me, so I asked another question.

Me: Erik, where did you use to live?

Erik: Paris

Me: Where in Paris?

Erik: Opera Populaire

Me: Really? That's interesting. Were you a dancer?

Erik: No

Me: A singer? An actor?

Erik: No

Me: Then what were you?

Erik: The Phantom of the Opera

This is when I shot my hand back and rubbed it as if somebody had pinched me there. Erik? The Phantom of the Opera? This couldn't be possible! This is amazing! But then again, what if he is lying?

Me: What is your last name?

Erik: Destler

(Aside) "Meg! Do you really think it's him?" Meg only shrugged. I ignored her and decided to ask a few more questions.

Me: Erik, do you know how famous you are today?

Erik: No

Me: Well, you are. There are many movies and books and stuff about you.

Erik: Interesting

Me: I am a huge fan of yours.

After talking a little longer with Erik, Meg and I decided to put the board away. We said goodbye to Erik and decided to go outside and swim. As Meg was putting her bathing suit on, I set the board on Seth's bed and went into my room to change. I grabbed my black bikkini from my closet and took my clothes off. As I was changing into my top piece, the lights turned on.

I looked around in confusion. The light switch was on, and I had not flicked it on. Meg couldn't of done it, for she was in the bathroom and my door was locked. The weirdest part was, that the lights had burned out from last night, and now it was on.

I tried to ignore it and put my suit on. When I was ready to open my door, the lights had turned out for me. This is when I got scared and tried to open my door, but it was locked. I forgot that I had locked it and unlocked the door, but it still wouldn't budge.

"Oh no," I whispered to myself. "Open up!" After trying the doorknob several times, I started to pound on my door and scream for help.

"Christine? Christine, what's wrong?" Meg asked behind the door.

"Meg, go get my parents!" I yelled. "Hurry!"

I could hear Meg's footsteps race down the stairs and she started to call out my parents names. I stopped pounding on my door and turned around.

That is when I saw him perfectly. The masked man that I had seen last night. He still wore all black and had on his white half-mask. He smiled at me and I tried to smile back, but it was useless. This was The Phantom of the Opera. It was Erik that I let out of the board. But whenever I talked to him he was still inside the board. It was so strange.

Erik had held up a hand for me to take. I stared at it blankly for a moment until he said, "Come with me," in a faint whisper.

He seemed to be controlling me, for I don't remember wanting to put my hand in his. Once he was holding my hand, his muscular gloved one pulled me over to his side. Once I was in his arms he caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes but they suddenly darted open when I heard a pounding on my door. I looked up for Erik but he was gone.

"Christine! Darling, are you in there?" Piangi asked.

"Yes, father, I'm here! I can't get the door open!"

"Hold on, we'll get it open in a moment."

I heard Meg, Carlotta, and Piangi all count to three and shove their bodies against the door as hard as they could. They got the door open, for when it was, they all trampled onto the floor.

"You see? That was simple." Piangi asked and stood up. Meg stood up also and rubbed her forehead. "Ouch," she whispered. Carlotta was the last to get up. And once she did, she came over to me.

"Aye, you are pale, child. You okay?" She asked me. I only nodded.

As Meg and I left my room to go to the pool, I looked behind my shoulder and saw Erik sitting down on my bed. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw this, but Erik was drenched in blood.