The Opera ghost's whisper
I do not own anything
Chapter 3
It was so dark. I couldn't see anything.
But I could feel.
A faint breath on my face.
A small and light caress all over my body.
My chest hurt… it felt so heavy...
Like someone was sitting on my stomach
I tried to open my eyes but I found myself I couldn't...
I miss you so much…
A kiss on my neck.
I miss you…
You came back for me…
Do you know how long it has been…
A kiss on my cheek.
I have been waiting…
Now … no one will ever separate us again…
We will be together …
Forever …
I felt like someone was pulling my shirts off.
That was when I woke up. I looked around nothing but the darkness and the quiet. Too quiet.
Not a single sound.
Angel …
" who is there?" I swore this was becoming ridiculous, I didn't believe in ghosts, but this was freaking me out.
This would be the end of it. I have had enough, I would talk to Russell about this the next day and be done with it.
oOo
" Hello? I knew you used to get up early every morning, but this is ridiculous, what time is it? Three am in the morning? You better got a good excuse or else there will be a hell waiting for you." Russell's tired voice came through the phone.
" I know it is too early, but it is important…"
" it is more important than my beauty sleep?"
" that is not funny, Russ, and wake up, I need to know about the old owner of the opera house."
" that is your 'more important than your beauty sleep'? can't it wait until tomorrow? It is not like you can come and meet him right now."
" Well, Russ, I didn't tell you this, but I keep hearing those strange voices… ever since I was back from your opera house… and it is starting to freak me out …"
" what? Voice? Are you serious?"
" yes… it is scary…"
" Julian, are you sure you didn't just imagine it? I mean it could be the wind or something…voices whisper words? since when? Just gave me the name and his address…"
"The owner's name is Harry Harrington, he is living in …"
oOo
As soon as sunrise rise, I ran out of my home, I needed to see this old owner as soon as possible. Russell said that Harry Harrington planned to leave France after he sold the old opera house, maybe I could still make it.
I drove as fast as I could until a saw an old black car parked outside a small house, an old man was putting his luggage inside the car.
" Hello?"
" yes, can I help you?" he turned back to see me, the man had white hair and blue eyes. he didn't look too old but Russell did tell me that the man has passed his sixty several months ago.
" are you Mr. Harrington?"
" yes, I am."
" you are the old owner of Garnier opera house?"
" …." He looked at me for a moment, before answering. " even when I wish to have nothing related to that curse opera house, yes, I am the old owner."
" I need to ask about the opera house you sold to my friend Russell Davis."
" ahh, yes, Russell Davis. I did sell the old opera house to him."
" yes, when you said you wanted nothing related to that curse opera house… what do you mean?"
" er… I believe… uh… what is your name, young man?"
" I am Julian Walker, Russell's friend, and there were strange and unbelievable things happened in that opera house in the first night, and during the time Russell tried to rebuild the opera house…. Do you know what or who caused all of this?"
" I think I know…. It is a long story…. You could go inside and I will make some tea for us…"
" sure…"
oOo
" so, tell me about the opera house that you bought..."
" well, it all started a long time ago, my great grandfather, Henry Harrington the first, was a friend with the original owner of the opera house. But until one day, this friend came asking for my great grandfather's help, saying that he was sick and he could not take care of the business anymore and he wanted to sell the opera house to my great grandfather at a cheap price. He was all like ' it is a good position to open a restaurant since he knew that my great grandfather wanted to open another restaurant. He disappeared right after the paper was sighed. Then… strange things happened. We could not rebuild or even changed anything in the opera house. Not even moved a table without someone getting hurt. I remembered my father said that my great grandfather used to tell him a story, that one night, when he stayed back to finish some paper works, he heard a beautiful voice singing over and over the same song. He didn't know this song, but it was so beautiful and sad, he wanted to meet the one who sang it. So he ran toward the stage…. But there was no one there…" Harry said. " then, my great grandfather started to ask around, he knew why his friend wanted this sell this opera house so bad, he even agreed to a cheap price."
" why?"
" well, you know the story about the legendary phantom of the opera house?"
" yes, I believe so."
" Russell did tell you about the real story?"
"yes."
" It didn't end there, after the diva died, the Vicomte sold the opera house to his friend, and then left France, no one hear anything from him again."
" you mean…"
" yes, my great grandfather was a friend of the Comte in the story…"
" so that means, phantom of the opera house was a true story then."
" yes, it happened, my great grandfather was the one who told the author of 'phantom of the opera house' the old story, so that the author could write this story. I don't know why he changed its end through, he must think a good ending made the story better and attract more attention than a tragic end."
" can you tell me about everything again? I think I am losing it. I can't understand all of this…"
" well, there was an young girl, she was taken in one of my great grandmother's friend, who was working at the opera house as a dance teacher, the young girl just lost her father, the only family she had left, she was sad and hurt, but then she met a man in the dark, who was known as the infamous phantom and he taught her how to sing, and brought her back to life. The phantom loved her, but she only thought of him as a father figure. And after her first show, she met her childhood friend again and started to fall in love with him. The phantom was angry with her choice, he started to act violent, he wanted revenge because he gave her everything and she loved someone else. So on the ball night, he sent a message that he would want the opera house to play his opera with her being the diva."
" Don Juan?"
" yes, I think that was the opera's name."
" and, well, he kidnapped her and made her chose, him or her beloved fiancé's life. She chose him to save her lover…."
" It was just like in the story…"
"yes, but it was not the phantom that let them go, they tricked him and locked him in his home, then ran away from France. But the phantom followed them and kidnapped the girl, again. Then he took her back to his opera house and killed her."
" that was sad…"
" and well, the Vicomte was sad and hurt, some rumor said that after his fiancé died, he left France to find a new life somewhere else. Some said he could stay in this world without his beloved, he killed himself, hoping to be with her again, but no one saw him ever again."
" that was … awful… I think I like the end that Gaston Leroux wrote. The phantom should know that he could force someone to love him…" I said. Then again, I could understand why he did that, he must have thought that Christine was the only one who could give him happiness, but that didn't mean that I would agree with his actions. Besides, he was too old, I remembered that I read in the book that he was old enough to be her father.
Liar …
How dare you lie to his face like that….
It was not true….
How dare you…
Suddenly the room was spinning and things were flying everywhere. The sky outside was black and dark, looked like it was about to rain and there were thunders.
" no!" Harry screamed terrified. " stop… please… don't…"
" Mr. Harrington?" I tried to reach for him, but then a table hit his head and he went unconscious. " oh no!"
Liar…
Liar…
Give me back…
Give my beloved back…
You took away everything that I wanted ...
Not you will have to pay…
There were knives flown toward the unconscious Harry.
Pay …
Pay …
Pay for what you have done to my beloved...
" NO !" I tried to covered Harry.
Suddenly everything stopped. Whatever it was, it was calmer then.
Why …
Why did you save him…
Why did you let him stand between us…
Why did you leave me behind…
Why did you choose him…
Why …
Why …
Why …
" stop it, whoever you are…. I do not know you… I didn't leave you behind… I didn't choose anything over you… leave me alone… I do not know you…."
You will remember me again…
I will make you…
You are mine…
You are mine…
" no…." I whispered.
You are mine…
I will make you mine once again...BesidesIreadIked around as the sky was clear and blue again like nothing had happened just two minutes ago.
I wondered.
Who was that … ghost?
Was it …. The phantom ghost?
(TBC)