I backed away as Logan drew nearer to me. I instantly regretted coming down here. What was wrong with Logan, anyway?

"Lo - Logan," I said worriedly. "What's wrong with you? What are you going to do?"

"What's wrong with me?" He chuckled. "Nothing's wrong with me. And what do I plan to do with you? I plan to kill you, that's all. Well, maybe a little something before I do that..." And he reached out his furry hand and ripped open the bodice of my dress.

I squealed and covered myself, backing away further.

"Please, stop this Logan. You don't have to kill people!"

"Oh, yes I do. But you wouldn't understand." He growled.

I knew that I was going to die. I just knew it. But before I did, I needed to ask Logan a few questions, just to get things straightened out.

"Logan?" I asked more bravely.

"What?" He spat.

"I have one question. Was it you who killed my mother and boyfriend? I know that Erik would never do such a thing. Did you possess him?"

"My, my," He chuckled. "We learn fast, now don't we?" He reached out to grab me, but I quickly stepped back.

"And it was you when Erik tried to rape me! Erik would never do something like that! You did that too!" I yelled.

"Why of course it was me, my dear," He said. "And when you were down in the catacombs, under the library. That was me too," He grinned madly. "Now, come here, won't you?"

Again, he tried to grab me but I jumped backwards. I could tell he was getting more angry with me by every step, so I had to end this soon. There must be some way that I could distract him...

"Then why were you on the bus? At my school? You told me you were new, but why did you come?"

"To kill, of course!" He bellowed. "I already killed three kids at your school."

"You were sentenced to death for murder, weren't you?"

"Of course."

"Why did you do it?"

"As I said before, you wouldn't understand. Now shut up and get over here!" Logan growled and darted towards me, but quickly I darted away. The room wasn't that large, so I was stuck running around in circles and Logan at my tail the whole time.

I made it at one end of the table with the Ouija Board and Logan across from me at the other end. If I moved to the right, he would move right. If I moved to the left, he would move left.

Quickly I asked,

"If you're an evil spirit then why aren't you in the Ouija Board!"

"Because," He said. "Some stupid child allowed me permission to get out of the board." He grinned once again.

I knew what I had to do to get Logan back into the board. I needed to call out to the Lord. I read this in an article about Ouija Boards when Seth had purchased his. I yelled,

"Dear God, please save me from this evil spirit! Put him back into the board where he belongs!"

Nothing. I said it once more.

Logan only laughed. "You think calling out to your God will work? Very funny. Now, I've had enough of this. Come to me or I shall kill you where you stand!"

And I said it again, for the third time. At first nothing happened. But then, all of a sudden, the Ouija Board started to shake. Logan and I stared at it in shock. I knew it was working, so I backed away from the table.

A flash of white light filled the room, and I had to cover my eyes because it was so bright. I could hear the Ouija Board shaking on the table, and I heard the cries and swears of protest coming from Logan's mouth.

When the white light faded, and Logan's screams died out, I uncovered my eyes. He was gone. Everything was back to normal again. I had finally had my revenge on the man who killed my mother and my boyfriend.

I felt victorious that day. I almost felt powerful. It was amazing of how that happened. Qucikly, thinking that Erik might have heard, I made sure the crystal ball was to it's normal purple swirls and that the Ouija Board looked dull. When I thought everything looked normal, I ran down the dark hallway.

When I reached the door, I opened it a crack and when I didn't see Erik, I quickly got out and ran into the library. I sat down on my couch and grabbed a book, for I thought I heard Erik approaching.

"Christine?" I heard him call out.

"Yes? I'm in here!"

I heard Erik's footsteps approaching the library entry and when he saw me, he sighed in relief.

"Thank God," He said. "I thought I lost you. I couldn't find you anywhere and I heard screaming. I thought you were hurt."

"No, no, I'm fine." I assured him.

"Yes...you say you were in here the whole time?"

"Yes."

"Strange. I already checked in here and you weren't here."

I gulped. "Oh, then I was probably in my room," I changed the subject. "Erik, I need to speak with you."

"You know you can tell me anything, Christine."

"Yes, I know. Could you sit down, please?" I asked quietly. I knew this wasn't going to be easily to tell.

"Erik," I started off quietly and slowly. "I - I need to tell you something very important. I - um, I want to go home."

Erik's face hardened and his fists clentched. "Why on earth would you want to go home? I thought you were happy here?"

"I am, but Erik, I miss my family so much. I've been here for so long and - oh! Erik, please take me back!"

"Never." He spat. "You belong to me! You will stay here with me, Christine."

"But - " I sobbed. Yes, I did love him, but I missed my family. If you were in my shoes you would understand exactly how I felt at that moment.

"Silence!" He cut me off. He raised his hand in the air, motioning for me to stop talking. I did, and I felt a tear crawl down my cheek.

"You are to stay with me, and that's final." And then, he stalked out of the room.

I started to cry. God, I missed my family more than you could imagine. I missed Meg, I missed my father, I missed my brother, and I even missed school! It wasn't fair. I loved Erik, but I couldn't stay down here for the rest of my life. I just couldn't.

Seth's P.O.V

I drove back from work today, cold and miserable as usual. Everyday I thought we'd be closer to finding Christine, but everday ended up the same as any other. The police are starting to knock on every door in town to see if they have seen Christine. They only know that she was probably kidnapped.

Dad was miserable after Mom died, and even more miserable after Christine died. I knew how he felt. He has been drinking ever since, and I am becoming more worried for him. I don't want him to end up dead or missing like Mom and Christine, so I am hiding all of his beer bottles. It's tough, but I have good hiding places.

I pulled up into the driveway and parked the car out of the garage. Ever since we found out what happened up there, Dad and I park the car in the driveway. We haven't gone in the garage since that terrible day.

I went around to the front door and fiddled through my pocket for the house key. I found it, stuffed it into the lock, and turned it. I stepped inside and stomped all the snow off my boots and then took them off.

I was about to walk to the kitchen to make some hot cocoa, when suddenly the phone rang. I hurried over to it and picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Seth? It's Meg. I need to tell you something really important! It's about Christine!"

I felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head. Had she found her?

"Well, tell me!" I demanded excitedly.

"Alright, well, you know the Ouija Board you gave to me?"

"Yes..."

"Well, I think Christine's trapped inside of it. All we need to do - "

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Meg, this stuff is serious. You can't just say Christine is trapped in the Ouija Board! It's impossible."

"Seth, if you don't believe me then come over tomorrow when you get back from work and I'll prove it to you!" She yelled. I was bewildered. I had never heard Meg yell like that before. She must of been serious.

"Alright, fine. But this better not be a joke."

"It's not. Why would I lie about this? You know I want to find Christine just as much as you do."

"Yeah, I guess so. I'll be over tomorrow."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye." Then I hung up.

I highly doubted that Christine was trapped in the Ouija Board. But then again, why did Meg want it so bad when I was ready to burn it? Maybe she had found something out about Christine, something related to the Ouija Board. She knew more about Christine then I did, so maybe she was telling the truth. Besides, I had never heard her yell like that before. It must be serious.

(back to Christine's POV)

I couldn't argue with him. It was useless. I guess I was trapped down here for the rest of my life. So I stayed in my room for the rest of the night and cried on my bed. All memories were floating around in my head, and all I could do was just think about them. Meg, Mom, Dad, Seth, Raoul, school. All sad memories.

When Erik knocked on my door and told me dinner was ready, I refused. I didn't want to look at him, not now. I was too deep in my thoughts, and I just wanted to be alone. Erik, however, wouldn't leave until I came to dinner, so I opened the door furiously, with tears running down my cheeks.

Erik grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him before I could do anything else.

"You need to tell me what the problem is, Christine." He said.

"You know what the problem is!" I sobbed.

Erik only sighed, still not letting go of my wrist. Slowly, gently, he lifted my shaking wrist to his mouth and kissed it. All the sad memories floated away, although I was still angry with him.

But it calmed me down. Erik kissed my wrist again, and I felt like falling. He always had a way of doing this to me.

"Come to dinner, Christine. You need to eat." And he led me to the dinner table, where dinner was set up for one. Erik set me down on my chair and then sat across from me, watching me eat as usual.

I really wasn't hungry, but I ate a bit anyway. When I was done, I told Erik and was ready to get up when he said,

"No. Sit down."

I sat back down, looking to the floor. Erik sighed and grabbed my plate. He set it on the counter and walked up to me. He put his hands on my cheeks and lifted my face towards his, so I could look at him directly.

"Christine," He said quietly. "Why do you want to leave me?"

"Oh Erik," I responded. "It's not you. It's just that, I miss my friends and family. You have no idea what it's like to be away from the people you love for so long."

"No," Erik said harshly. "I don't."

I felt like crying again. But instead I said,

"Erik, how about we make a deal?"

"What sort of deal?" He asked, raising his visible eyebrow.

"I'll go back to my house and stay there for a few months, and I'll come back here and visit you every once in a while."

It seemed like a good plan, but Erik only shook his head. "No," He said roughly. "It would never work."

"Why not?"

He hesitated for a moment. "It just...wouldn't work, do you understand?"

I only drooped my head. No, I didn't understand. And I guessed that I never would, either. I stood up, pulling away from Erik's grasp. I ran out of the kitchen and towards my room. Erik called my name, but I didn't dare turn around.

All of a sudden, I felt very dizzy. Sweat started to pour down my forehead. I stopped running and steadied myself by a nearby wall. What was happening to me? Everything was going blurry, and Erik's call for me started to sound very fuzzy and far away.

I mumbled something and collapsed to my knees. My stomach started to hurt, and I wrapped my arms around myself. It felt as if everything inside of me had stopped, and I let myself fall forward, not caring about the hard stone floor which my head was about to collide with.

x x x x x

Christine: Ahh! You're going to kill me, aren't you!

Me: Haha, why would you say that? (looks around nervously)

Christine: Hey, look! I got some candy bars from Jinxed4Ever and eriksangelofvoice! Woot! (grabs Wonka Bar) Who is that hot guy on the bar?

Me: Oooh, Johnny Depp!

Christine: (drools)

Erik: Hey! No fair! I want some more candy!

Me: Oh brother. (dumps the truckload of candy bar's the reviewers sent to him)

Erik: (squee!)

Christine: This Johnny Depp guy is hot!

Erik: (growls) Who is this Mr. Johnny Depp man?

Christine: A hot guy.

Erik: (grabs Christine's Wonka Bar and growls at the picture of Johnny Depp)

Christine: Oh Erik!

Erik: (talking to Christine's candy bar) You want a piece of me Depp? Huh? Huh? Think you can take on the Opera Ghost?

(all of a sudden Johnny Depp walks through the door in his Willy Wonka suit)

Johnny: Hehe, you're really weird!

Erik: (faints)

Christine: Oooh, yay, Johnny! (jumps in Johnny's arms)

Erik: (crying) Nooooo! She's mine!

Christine: Hold on Erik, I'll be back soon! He says he's going to take me to his chocolate factory! (they both walk out the door)

Erik: NOOOO! (pouts)

Me: Oh don't worry Erik, I still love you!

Erik: Waa! I want Christine!

Me: Don't worry about it. You'll be covered in kisses from the reviewers by tomorrow.

Erik: Yay! KISSES! (puckers up)

Me: Oh brother. Anyways, thank you to all of my reviewers! I enjoy your reviews to darn much! You all make me want to keep on writing! And I'm sorry it took me so long to update. School starts on Wednesday for me, but hopefully it won't slow me down! Please review!

Erik: How come I didn't get any kisses yet? (tear) Nobody loves me! (cries)

Me: Erik, would you stop it already? Nobody even reviewed yet!

Erik: Ohh! (puckers up again)