The girl screamed when she saw me. Of course. Who wouldn't? But… she started apologizing instead of trying to run from me. She had one of my notebooks in her arms. She set it back down on the bench of the organ and tried to look for an escape rout. Finding none, she decided to explain.
Her name was Lenore. She was 17 and had accompanied her parents to the auction. Apparently, the girl had gotten bored and wandered off to explore the abandoned opera house. She got lost, and ended up her some how. She apologized again, for touching my music. She's trying to learn the piano.
I believed her. I was… astonished… I don't think she'd ever heard of me before, as she didn't even mention my title, or comment on my mask. I'm way before her time though… And the stores have died along with those involved.
I told her she was in my home and that she should leave. The sun was setting. She actually looked reluctant to leave, and started making excuses, that she didn't know how to get out, and that her parents wouldn't care.
I wasn't in the mood to deal with the girl. I was still wallowing in self-pity. But there was no getting rid of her… I told her to sleep on the couch, and I turned to go to my bed. She ran forward and… grabbed my hand… kissing it in gratitude. Then she went to the couch and lay down, turning her back to me.
It's very late in the evening now. She's still asleep. She's a very pretty young girl… Black hair, blue eyes, built like a dancer, and graceful like one. I put a blanket on her… I know it's cold…
My hand still burns. I can hardly recognize this feeling, but I know exactly what it is. It's the same burning Christine left on my lips after that night. I'm now fixated by this Lenore. I hope… That I do not make any mistakes like last time…