Thanks for the reviews Fate's Dice Kyre and Mouse in the Opera House.

OK...well, this chapter may be a bit odd to some. But it actually has some spiritual/supernatural elements in it. lol. Yes, you heard right. I'm not sure if it seems corny, but whatever. There will be another chapter like this too. God help this fic.

Adult Language, mild violence, some dark points, etc.


Ghostly Sightings

Raoul returned to his home after dropping the 3 women off at the Opera House. He walked through the parlor to find his mother at the table. She was smiling delightfully at him.

Raoul rolled his eyes and walked past her. A butler walked up to him with his father, The Comte De Chagny.

"Son, I thought it would be best if you went to the next meeting." The older De Chagny said.

"I really don't feel like going to any of those meetings. You know how I hate them."

"But you must train to be the future Comte. You know I won't be around forever."

"I prefer to be a Vicomte in all honesty." Raoul stated.

"There's nobody else who can take my place. I'm afraid it has to be you."

"There are no close cousins or anything?"

"How could you ask something like that?" His mother questioned. "After all those years of teaching and preparing you! Now you just want to give it all up?"

"Don't be so dramatic, Mother."

"That Christine girl has gotten into your head! I know it."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Raoul shouted.

"I know she hated this life, I could see it in her eyes. She probably got you to believe you hated it too. That little witch."

"Don't you dare speak of her in that manner! And she did not influence me. I've always felt this way."

"Raoul De Chagny, you are going to that meeting and you're going to be the future Comte De Chagny! And there is nothing anything or anyone can do about it." She walked away without waiting for him to say another word.

"Well she's in one of those moods." His father commented.

"Tell me about it." Raoul said. "What do you think? Is it wrong for me to not want to become the Comte? I mean, I don't want all that responsibility. I want to find someone to share the rest of my life with and grow old with them. Have children, and then even grandchildren. I don't want to worry about all this business stuff."

"No, I guess that's not wrong to want all that. But we will have no one else to pass all our fortune and land to. You are the rightful heir to all of this."

Raoul sighed and gave in, "When is this stupid meeting?"

"This stupid meeting is at 3:00 this afternoon."

Raoul nodded and walked away from his father. He felt bad about pressuring Raoul into a life of stress and politics, but what else could he do?

He knew why his wife was so upset, the thought of all this going to the only other choice made her sick to her stomach. That was the last thing she would ever want to do.


Christine woke up in the chapel. She was leaning against the wall. The sun was no longer shining through either one of the windows so she figured it was night.

In the distance she heard a faint solitary violin playing in the walls of the Opera House. She stood up immediately smiling. Running to the other side of the chapel where it seemed to be coming, she listened into the walls to try and hear how far away it was. It didn't seem too close, but possibly an echo of Erik playing in the mazes of the opera house.

"Angel of Music, guide and guardian.
Grant to me you glory.
Angel of Music, please don't hate me.
Return to me, my angel.
"

The violin stopped and Christine's heart began to race. He may have heard and was coming to the chapel.

She waited there for five minutes but didn't hear from him since.

'Maybe I'm hallucinating' she thought.

"Angel?" Christine called out.

Nothing.

"Angel? Are you there?" She tried again.

Still nothing answered her. Christine walked back to where she was before and sat down again.

She put her head on her knees and fell asleep.


Erik wandered towards the voice heard. He looked into a crack in the wall and saw Christine sleeping against the wall. For the past month he has stayed in his lair without coming out at all. Nobody visited him except for Nadir, whom only visited 3 times.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Erik grumbled. He was about ready to give up on trying to make her go away.

'Why was it that when I tried to make her stay she would run to her Vicomte, but now that I pretend I want nothing to do with her she won't go away?' He thought almost laughing out loud.

Erik walked through the tunnel away from the chapel. He wandered over to the backstage area. He climbed up the cat walks and peered down at the group of people talking. Trying to find Madame Giry he focused on the ballet girls to see if she would appear.

A loud bang came from behind him and actually made him jump. He laughed at himself for being afraid of nothing. The ballet girls looked up towards the catwalk whispering the Phantom may be back.

Another noise echoed from the right. He walked over to the sound to find out what it was but saw nothing. He was above the center of the stage. Erik looked out to the rows of empty seats. Nobody else was there, and nobody was on the catwalks but him.

The sound of something hitting the catwalk was right behind him. He turned around and saw a Punjab Lasso lying there. Erik looked up to where it could have been dropped but he didn't see anyone above him.

Erik picked up the lasso and stared at it.

"No! Please don't!" A man screamed.

Erik turned around so fast he almost fell. He caught himself on the railing. But when he saw the face of Joseph Buquet he did fall over.

Joseph Buquet stood in front of him, a full body apparition, pleading with him. Erik sat in shock. Being a 'ghost' himself he never actually believed in such things. But standing in front of him was the ghost of the man he killed.

Erik couldn't move, but he dropped the lasso.

"Why were you chasing me?" The ghost asked.

Erik didn't respond, though his mouth dropped down.

The man looked out into the crowd but didn't see anyone. "What's going on here? Where's the cast? What happened to the play?"

"What?" Erik finally asked.

"Il Muto! What happened to the play?" Joseph said.

"Dear God."

"What the hell is going on?" The ghost continued. He paused and looked at Erik on the floor. "You're the Opera Ghost! But…why are you just sitting there?"

Erik didn't answer, what could he say to him?

"Wait until the ballet girls get a hold of this." The man said laughing. It finally hit Erik that the man did not know he was dead.

"You can't." Erik said to him.

"Oh, and you're going to stop me?" Joseph laughed. "Some ghost you are."

"I'm not really a ghost." Erik replied.

"Apparently."

"…But you are." Erik continued.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You died ten months ago." Erik stated.

Joseph stood there confused. "What? You're insane!"

"Then what happened to the crowd and the play? You asked me that question moments ago. The play you're referring to was ten months ago."

"Stop lying!"

"Look at the seats and the design of the Opera House." Erik commanded. Joseph did what he said and noticed that the design was similar but very different. The Opera House even seemed bigger.

"How did it happen?" He questioned.

Erik sat there not knowing what to say. "You don't remember?"

"I remember I went to go find you because you interrupted the play, and then I ran into you on the catwalk. And you started chasing me….and." He paused trying to think of what happened next.

After a long pause it hit him, "YOU! You killed me!"

Erik was almost about to respond to him but the lasso that was on the ground came flying up and was tossed around his neck. Then ghost used his energy to move Erik up in the air so he couldn't breath.

Madame Giry walked onto the stage and looked out into the empty seats. She smiled and then heard the sound of someone above her. She saw Erik hanging with a noose around his neck.

"Not again! Erik!" Madame Giry yelled and ran to the ladders. She climbed up onto the catwalk and the lasso fell to the ground with Erik. He was coughing hysterically and was gasping for air.

"Why are you doing this again?" She yelled at him.

"I….Jos…lasso…" He breathed harder and continued coughing.

"What are you saying?"

"…ghost." His voice was raspy but she could hear what he said.

"Ghost? What are you talking about?" Madame Giry questioned.

"Buquet!"

Her heart skipped a beat when he said that poor unfortunate man's name. "He's dead."

"I know…he…here."

"He's here? How is that possible?"

"Ghost!" Erik seemed to yell.

She's never seen her friend like this before; he looked scared out of his mind. She knew he was not one for superstitions and was not easily scared. If something he saw scared him then it must have been there.

A piece of scenery fell right next to her leg scaring her half to death. "OK, maybe we should leave, come on Erik." She tried her best to pick him up and helped him down the ladder.

She walked him to her room and helped him to sit down. She ran out to fetch him water. "You stay here Erik, I'll be right back."

After a moment Meg walked into the room with Christine after Madame Giry left.

"Erik!" Christine screeched.

Erik opened his eyes and saw Christine. She became worried when she saw all the color flushed out of his face.

"Erik? Are you ok?" She asked.

"I don't know." He said calmly, his voice still raspy.

Madame Giry walked back in with a cup of water. "Girls? What are you doing here?"

"Christine was in the chapel and I pretty much forced her to come out of there. So we were walking around and stopped by here to see what you were up to." Meg answered.

Madame Giry gave Erik the water and he drank out of the cup. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." She smiled.

"What happened?" Christine asked.

"Nothing for you to worry about." Madame Giry answered. "He's fine, just a bit shook up."

Madame Giry motioned the girls to head back to the dormitories. "Its 10:00, you two should be getting ready for bed." Christine just stared at Erik and didn't move at all.

"Christine? I said you should be getting ready." Madame Giry repeated.

"Oh, ok." She said. Meg grabbed her arm and started pulling her out of the room. Madame Giry closed the door and looked to him.

"What exactly happened?"

"He was there."

"Joseph?"

"Yes." Erik answered. "I was in shock. He didn't know he was dead."

"What?" Madame Giry asked.

"It's true. He asked me where was the crowd and the play. I eventually told him that he died ten months ago but at first he didn't believe me. And then he remembered what happened to him." Erik paused. "And then he somehow got a hold of the lasso and made it fly around my neck and then he levitated me in the air."

Madame Giry almost had the look that was saying he was insane. But why would he make something like this up?

"Where'd the lasso come from?"

"I don't know. It fell behind me. I thought someone dropped it."

"Has this ever happen before?" She asked.

"No. But God knows I've had plenty of nightmares from my past. This is the first one that seems to have come true."

She looked at his expression and realized he was serious about everything which worried her.

"You have nightmares about it?"

"Yes, if you killed so many wouldn't you be haunted by it?" Erik snapped. He got up and threw the water on the floor. "Or maybe I'm just a monster and I have no fucking conscience!"

"Erik please, you're over-reacting!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes Erik…you are, and you need to calm down and lower your voice." Madame Giry stated.

"What are your nightmares about?" She asked after a long pause. The silence was eating away at both of them. Erik sat back down in his chair and put his head in his hands.

"The people I've killed. They haunt me."

"What do you mean?"

"They fucking haunt me! Jesus Christ, did I stutter?" He burst out again.

"Erik don't you dare speak to me in that language!" She yelled at him.

"I don't think I've ever had one night of just peaceful dreaming. Never." Erik calmed down.

"Interesting." Madame Giry said.

Erik waited for her to continue but she didn't. "Are you going to tell me what's so interesting about it?"

"No." She said simply.

"Fine." He said and got up heading towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to the lair."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes…don't worry; I'm sure there are no monsters down there. Except for me." He said and walked out. He ran into Christine and Meg who were still at the door listening. "Didn't she tell you two to go to bed?"

Meg was slightly frightened by his very demanding voice, but Christine seemed used to it and it didn't faze her.

"We came back to ask her something." Christine lied.

"Right." He said obviously not believing her. He just stared at the both of them and walked past without another word.

Madame Giry walked out and gave them a mean look. "Why didn't you obey my orders?"

Meg was about to speak up but Christine cut her off, "It's my fault Maman! I wanted to know what was wrong with my Angel." Christine continued, "Meg is not to blame for anything. She tried to get me to go back to the dormitories but I refused."

Madame Giry sighed and decided she had done enough yelling for the day. "We'll talk about this tomorrow. But from now on, you two must listen to me. If anything was wrong with Erik I would tell you." She said the last part to Christine.

"Ok." Christine replied.

"Now go on." She said. The two girls turned around and headed back to their beds. Madame Giry walked back into her room and got ready herself. Before lying down she said a quick prayer for Erik. Afterwards she got into bed and went to sleep.