Erik: oooooo! I wonder who that was?
Me: try and a give a guess...
Erik: errrrr...hmmmmm...well, I don't know? I'll have to think about this...
Me: (rolls eyes)...its so obvious
Erik: aha! I got it, I got it!...was it ..oh...no, I lost it...
Me: (buries head in hands) who the heck in their right mind would be lurking in an abandoned Opera house? eh?
Erik: (scratches chin)
Me: Oh, I give up!

It had just recently occurred to her that the only place in which she lingered was the front of the Opera Populaire and the stage where on which the grand piano stood, no where else. The girl never really wanted to venture too far as she still held a few superstitions of the place. Although, nothing had happened so far. She could still not ignore those faint noises that had come from above her head just a few minutes ago. Maybe they were just in her head? Well, apart from that thought, where ever they had come from they were certainly real. She had one of those feelings and could not deny the fact that she was slightly worried.

Suddenly she felt the urge of doing something adventurous for once...however, not that going into the theatre was not adventurous enough, but she had overcome that first hurdle and wanted to explore a little more. So she seized the opportunity at once and jumped up from her seat at the piano and started to investigate.

She walked around the stage and the first thing that caught her eye was the ropes used to operate all the props to do with the stage. All were lined up along the side wall, that was very well hidden by the heavy red curtain in which presumably one of them controlled. It surprised her to see how neatly they all were tide up on each of their separate hooks. None of them were out of place, none of them were knotted, and none of them entwined each other. Everything looked in functioning order. She didn't know why...she wasn't an expert on these things nor was she ever a stage hand that would have experience in these matters...but it seemed strikingly odd that everything seemed so well kept and orderly despite the events that occurred a year ago where everyone was in such a rush to leave the place.

She rose her head to look above. She gasped. Now that she was directly under the cat walk she never realised how high up the building actually extended. She could barely make out the roof as all the beams and ropes obstructed her vision. Without noticing, while the girl looked up in wonderment she slowly began to drift back into the centre of the stage to get an even better look. She took another step until it rested on what it seemed to be a loose floor board? Whatever it was she took still no notice...but then when she placed her other foot on it, with all her weight down the floor seemed to give way. The girl let out a shriek of horror but before she could do anything the theatre disappeared before her eyes and darkness soon enveloped her. With a loud thud she cried out in pain as she crushed her ankle beneath her weight. All of it had happened so fast that she hadn't had a chance to breathe, let alone realize what had just happened.