DISCLAIMER: I don't own any Phantom characters, only Angelica, Ri'chard the stable boy, and other original characters I have created in my other fic.

Thanks to: PhantomLover2005, Twinkle22, and ananoymous. Ecspecially to ananoymous for not learning how to spell "anonymous"or "sucks" and,making me feel like a genius for a day. I thank you!

Angelica tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Ri'chard. Many minutes passed before he finally returned to her.

"Ri'chard, where have you been!" Angelica asked, relieved that he had come.

"Oh, just around. Listen, I'm afraid I can't go with you tonight." he whispered.

"Why not?" she whined.

"Because, I have some extra stable chores and it's just best if I don't. You go on without me."

"Alright, I don't want you to get into any trouble. Well, bye for now."

"Bye." Ri'chard answered. Within seconds he was gone.

Angelica was disappointed that Ri'chard wasn't able to join her. They had been exploring the hidden passage ways and staircases of the opera house since they were old enough to walk. But Angelica wasn't a stranger to exploring alone, and she never minded it.

Beginning to walk down the long winding staircase, Angelica took her hair out of the practice bun she was fashioning, and let her long brown curls fall to the center of her back.

"There. That's much better." she said shaking her head back and forth.

Angelica stared at her shadow as she continued to trot down the stairway. It all looked the same as usual, lanterns for wall ornaments, and large clouds of dust. 'But what's this', she thought to herself, her eyes being attracted to a sudden burst of light. It was coming from a small corridor to the left of the staircase.
"I've never seen this before." she said quietly, tip toeing through the doorway.

It was a small chapel like room full of large candelabras with old photographs in small frames sitting under. 'It must be some kind of memorial room' she thought kneeling beside one of the rows of photographs. Slowly she began to skim through the photos and read the names scripted on them.

"Charles Gabaldon, Marietta VanGarrett, James LaFleur, and Christine...Daae."

Crack.

Angelica gasped. "Who is there?" she said barely in a whisper. But before she could speak again Christine Daae's candle was mysteriously lit.

"How--How can that be?" she said looking puzzled. Just then she heard the noise again, this time from above.

Crack.

Angelica looked up to see a pair of piercing blue eyes staring at her from an opening in the ceiling. Her heart began to race.

"Christine?" said the voice from above.

Angelica's heart raced even faster as her fear became heightened.

"Christine?" it spoke again.

Angelica's face drained color as she stared back into the peering eyes. She looked away for a moment to see where she could escape if it tried to attack her, but when she looked back to see if the figure was still there, it had disappeared.

Who was the strange figure that spoke to her from above? Could it have been the someone playing a joke, mice scurrying past? 'Or could it-' she thought, 'could it really be...The Phantom of the Opera?'

The last chapter had WAY too many spelling errors, but no worries, I made sure I did this one right. Hopefully you all like this chapter:) Thanks for R&Ring!