Phantom of the Summerhouse

A/N: Another day, another fanfic... well that's all I can say. Have fun. Read and Review folks!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I didn't become famous fast and early enough to own POTO. So that means- no I still don't own POTO and stuff like that.


Day 2: This is my House!

Christine and Raoul both woke up bright and early; hoping to reach the summerhouse in the afternoon. Two hours had passed, and their carriage had at last reached its destination.

"We made it, at last!" Christine jumped out of the carriage brimming with energy.

Raoul on the other hand seemed a tad tired from the trip, since he was the one who drove all the way from home. "Man, those fifteen miles seemed longer than I thought."

Christine turned around to see her exhausted partner. "If you were so tired of driving the carriage, then why didn't you ask me to drive it halfway through the trip?"

"Because I'm too afraid." Raoul answered.

"I don't understand?"

Raoul placed his hand on his forehead and sighed, trying to remember the traumatic past. "When we went to Belgium for our honeymoon, you insisted on driving but fell asleep on the driver's seat after driving on the road for five minutes."

"And…" Christine said.

"We almost ran over six people, and one of them was a very elderly woman and did I mention that we nearly crashed into two merchant wagons filled with chickens."

"What's so bad about that?" Christine asked. "You make it sound like it is a very bad thing"

"It is a bad thing!"

"What's done is done, and besides, it's not like we ended up in an accident or anything back then."

"Oh really," Raoul made his point across to his wife that something else had happened other than those he had just mentioned. "We landed on a big ditch, lost the horses, and got stuck there for a day, and to top it off, it was raining cats and dogs at night, remember? And that is why I never let you drive in the first place. I would prefer being dead tired from driving, than having another near-death experience halfway through a trip."

Christine finally realized why she wasn't given a chance to drive ever since that honeymoon incident. "Oh, okay I thought you just don't like my driving because it's too fast."

"Well that too, is an issue." Raoul added.

"I'm just not used to long road trips that's all." Christine admitted. "I can't help but fall asleep."

"The important thing is that we're here safe. That aside, could you bring some the bags inside the house while I park our carriage inside the stable. When I'm done I'll bring in the remaining half." Raoul went back to carriage, while Christine walked up to the front porch and unlocked the door.

Christine briefly heard the sound of strange footsteps from the other side of the door. She hesitated to open the door.

"Huh, I could've sworn I heard the sound of footsteps coming from the inside of the summerhouse."

Raoul noticed that Christine was standing motionless in front of the door for several minutes, with her ear pressed against the door, and her hand on the doorknob. "Is something wrong?" Raoul asked.

Christine turned around and thought, "I heard someone or something inside the house. Raoul, does anyone else use this house other than you?"

"Absolutely not," Raoul answered, "this summerhouse was my 18th birthday present from my parents so no one else uses this place other than me. It's been almost two years since I last visited this place; you probably just heard a mouse or some rabbit so don't worry."

Slightly relieved, Christine took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

The interior's floors and walls are furnished with mahogany hard wood; the oak laden ceiling is full of beams and lanterns, even the furniture is made of wood. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except that almost everything is made out of wood.

"Wow, even the inside looks like one of those cottages from the old days!" Christine said in awe, looking around at the spacious living room as she makes her way to the kitchen. "Everything is so neat, and tidy, and…" Suddenly something struck at Christine as strange and unusual.

"That's weird? If Raoul hasn't been in this summerhouse for two years, then this place should be all dirty and musty. But for some odd reason, everything here is so clean and tidy."

"Don't panic Christine, don't panic, just calm down. Deep breaths... remember, deep breaths." A bit anxious with the situation, Christine started singing to herself, to keep her mind busy from having a nervous breakdown-

"Say you love me every waking moment

Turn my head with talk of summer time

Say you need me with you now and always

Promise me that all you say is true

That's all I ask of you."

Out of the blue, another voice, unknown, started to sing the moment Christine sang those words.

"Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Lead me, save me from my solitude

Say you want me
With you here
Beside you
Anywhere you go
Let me go too"

"Raoul? Is that you? No, it can't be, that's not his voice. But this voice… it's so beautiful, yet familiar." After listening carefully, Christine's eyes widened with shock and went upstairs to where the source seemed to be coming from. For she believes that the heavenly voice is from none other than…

"Christine that's all I ask of..."

Christine opened the bedroom door to reveal-

"Erik!"

"Christine!"

"What are you doing here?" Christine asked.

"I live here, this is my house." Erik replied.