Chocolate kisses to all my reviewers! I love you all so much, and you all are so sweet! I never even imagined getting this much reviews just in chapter four! I'm happy you all like the story! I was going to post this chapter in a few days, but I decided to do it now. When I don't post a chapter, it feels like I haven't updated in months. So yeah, I am updating now. I'm just nice like that, lol. So yes, enjoy!

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Seth came home late in the night, around eleven p.m. I quickly jumped out of bed and asked him where he had been.

"With some friends," he replied. "Why, did I miss something?"

I groaned and told him everything that happened. About Carlotta and Raoul's death, but I told him nothing of Erik. He was so shocked to hear the news, and he ran over to talk to Piangi.

I waited in my room for Seth to come back. He came back ten minutes later and looked more worse than ever.

"Dad is really upset."

"Yeah, you should of seen him when he found the bodies. He was crying for two hours straight."

"How do you think it happened?" Seth asked.

"I don't know." I replied.

"It was murder?" He asked curiously.

"I think so. They looked as if they were stabbed."

Seth was quiet for a moment. I decided to ask him if he had been up in the attic earlier. I remember Erik saying that both Carlotta and Seth were in the attic.

"Seth, did you go up in the attic earlier today?" I demanded.

"Yeah. Why?"

"What did you go up there for?"

"I heard something strange."

"I was just wondering, When did you leave?"

"After I went up in the attic, about 3:25. I walked over to Andre's. Why are you asking me twenty questions?"

"Did you notice anything suspicious?"

"Would you shut up!" He declared. "I'm not telling you anything right now. Why are you so interested in the attic, anyway? Since mom and Raoul were murdered up there I don't think dad ever wants us to go up there again."

He stomped off to his room after that and slammed the door. I wonder if he had heard Erik up there?

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"I'm really sorry to hear that Christine." Meg told me at lunch. I had just told her about Carlotta and Raoul. Their funerals were to be both on Saturday.

"Thanks, Meg." I smiled. I was a tough girl, for I haven't cried since my mom's death or Raoul's. Although at the funeral I know I will. I know it is better to let your tears flow then to keep them locked up inside.

"How were they murdered?" Meg asked, stuffing a roll in her mouth.

"I think it was Erik." I told her. "But I don't-"

"Oh Jeezum, Christine! Don't even start with that! How could it of been Erik? How can a spirit from a Ouija Board possibly come out and kill people? Have Scientists ever witnessed this? No! Have you witnessed it? No-"

I interuppted her there: "Yes, Meg, I did witness it!"

"Pfft, yeah right! And pigs fly! Listen, I bet there were just some guys who stabbed them for no reason, that's all. They were stabbed, right? Anyways-"

"Meg, why don't you believe me?" I asked sadly.

"I'm sorry girl, I would believe you. But this is a bunch of bologna! This stuff is impossible. It will never happen, so you don't have to worry about Erik anymore."

"How is it impossible if I actually witnessed it happening?" I asked her crossly. "You were there when we first used the board. You witnessed what happened, didn't you? The shoe flew across the room, the windows were opening, the pillow whacked you, etc. Why can't you believe this? Or when I saw Erik covered in blood? I know who's blood he was covered in, Meg!"

"Who's, Christine?" She asked in an annoyed sort of way.

"Raoul's. I saw the future, I know it!"

Now Meg burst into laughter. "You saw the future! Yeah right! And you also saw Erik covered in blood and he killed your boyfriend and your mother. Sure! And someday, guess what? I'll be the Queen of England!"

I left her to laugh at the table. I went into the bathroom and cried my eyes out. Maybe I should believe Meg. Maybe I was going crazy? I needed to see a doctor.

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After school I went immediatley up to my room. I needed some time to think. Maybe I was going insane? Maybe after all I was just seeing things. I bet I wasn't really talking to Erik. But I saw him sitting on my bed! And in my bedroom, and in the attic. When Erik said he wanted to kill Raoul, it happened. I saw it happen. I couldn't of been seeing things.

My mother and my boyfriend were both dead, and I had seen it happen. But yet it is so hard to believe. Why? I guess I am never going to find out if this is real or fake. Maybe after all I should see a doctor.

I jumped off my bed and pulled out the Ouija Board from under it. It was still torn and had the sentence: 'Play with Me' on it. I stared at the box for a long time and sighed. Ever since Seth had bought this board my life has been going down the drain. But I know Ouija Boards aren't evil, and I know that Erik can't be evil either! My head hurt.

I stuffed the board back under my bed and grabbed Phantom by Susan Kay and started to read. I read for an hour and a half and when I was finished with that book, I started to read Bram Stoker's Dracula.

I read until dinner time. Everyone ate in silence and I just wished that I could strike up a conversation, but I had nothing to say. All I could say was,

"I finished reading Phantom."

"That's nice, dear." Piangi mumbled.

"Whatever." Seth groaned.

I ignored his comment. "Now I am reading Dracula."

"Who cares?" Seth argued.

I didn't want to start an argument, for I knew that it would break my father's heart, so I just ignored him. The rest of the night was silent. Until I went to my room, of course.

I found the Ouija Board on the floor, perfectly set up, as I had seen the day when Carlotta and Raoul were murdered in the attic. The planchette was on 'Hello' but the last thing I wanted to do was use a Ouija Board. I sighed and sat down on the floor, hovered my fingers over the plachette, and asked who it was.

Board: Erik

Me: What is it, Erik?

Erik: Come to me

Me: What?

Erik: Come

Me: Erik, I don't know what you're talking about. I am pretty upset with you at the moment-

Before I could finish my sentence, a hand shot out of the Ouija Board. I screamed bloody murder. The hand had on a black leather glove, and the arm looked quite muscular, so I knew it was a man's arm. His sleeve was black, and his hand felt around for me.

I tried to run away, but the hand had gripped my wrist. I started to cry and gripped onto my bed sheets. The hand was very strong, because it kept pulling me closer and closer to the board. I kicked and screamed, hoping someone would come to my rescue, but nobody ever came.

Just then, something impossible had happened. The hand had pulled me threw the board. I screamed and screamed and could feel myself in complete darkness. My eyes were open but I saw nothing. I just then noticed that I wasn't walking on my feet, and that someone was carrying me. I felt a hand stroke my leg as it walked me somewhere. How could this person see where he was going, anyways?

"Hush, my little angel." It spoke. It was a man's voice. It was Erik's voice. I was silent.

He seemed to of seen my face, but I could not see his. He chuckled and spoke reassuringly, "Do not fret, my dear. We will be there soon."

"Who are you?" I demanded quietly.

"Why, my dear, I am Erik!"

"But where are you taking me?" I felt like crying again. I only sniffled.

"To my home. Our home, I should say."

"What do you mean?"

"You will live with me, my dearest Christine. You will learn to trust me, and someday, even love me."

This couldn't be possible. I must of been dreaming. I hoped and hoped that I was dreaming and I wasn't really being carried somewhere. This was impossible! A hand can't just stick out of a Ouija Board and pull someone threw. Thinking about all that had happened made me dizzy, and eventually I had fainted.

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I woke up to a cold cloth being rubbed against my forehead. I opened my eyes to see a man in a white mask, Erik I supposed, leaning over my still body. Once he saw my eyes flutter open, he smiled.

"I thought you would never wake up,"

"What happened?"

"You lost conciousness, that's all my sweet. You are better now, are you not?"

"Erik? The Phantom of the Opera? Is this really you?"

"It is," He stated. My eyes opened wider in amazement. I couldn't believe that Erik, the real Phantom of the Opera, was right in front of me! I felt like fainting again, but I shook my head in disbelief.

"I can't belive this," I said. "I can't believe it!"

Erik looked more of the Gerard Butler version of the Phantom. His hair was dark and slicked back, and he wore all black. He looked a little older than Gerard's version though, maybe in his late forty's. And instead of having a full black mask, it was a half white one. He looked more muscular though, but overall, he was still quite handsome.

"You need rest," Erik said, standing up. He pulled over me a nice quilt that was so comfortable to me, I felt like dozing off again. But I didn't want to go to sleep. I wanted so much to go home. But home was just misery to me now...

"I'm not sleepy," I told him.

Erik only chuckled. He wiped away some hair that was clung to my forehead and studied my face. He smiled and told me that I needed rest anyways, and then he left the room quickly.

I looked around the room that I was in. It was such a beautiful room! It was a nice violet color with some wallpaper that had pink flowers. There was a couch near the door that matched the color of the wall, and a few pictures above it. I was in a bed with much comfortable pillows and blankets, and there was also a closet in the room, a bookshelf with many books, a dresser, shoes on the ground, a bedside table with a hand held mirror on it, and beside it was a note. I picked up the note and scanned it carefully.

It read:

Christine,

Do not fear me. I know you must be very frightened right now, but you will get used to your new surroundings. Please learn to trust me, and most importantly, do not try to escape. You shall also stay away from my mask.

Love,

Erik

I folded up the note and set it back on the table. I supposed that I should try not to worry about anything for now, and even though I wasn't tired, get some good sleep.