The phantom’s lair

The first step like all the others damp, mossy medieval age stone.

After descending the steps you enter the first room. Dark and unforgiving, one lone candle light the room sitting on top of the century old piano. The bare room echoes from every step. You can hear him before you see him. A large silhouette emerges from the corner, his white mask glowing from the candle. He makes one glance towards you and you shiver. You follow him walking out of the room as if you he doesn’t see you.

The next room is a dream, full of beauty.  It is shady dark cool almost cold.  As you come to the end of the trees it opens up to a lake. The air is warmer, the sounds of insects almost to loud. The lake seems like a black void, the sun bouncing off of its surface. A ” ploping ” sound breaks the serinity as a fish breaks the surface of the lake. Standing at the edge of the lake pebbles under your feet. The Phantom looks over at you once and laughs and it all fades into Black. His laughter echoes as you look around and see is your feet sinking into a hole of darkness. Your screams won’t save you now.  You close your eyes and your walking again.

The Angel of Music takes you into another room.  This room is filled with memories and music papers, swiming in madness. The music sheets flow over the floor. But the memories are differnet, filled with joy and inner thoughts of sincere happiness. In this room you see the Angels muse. Looking around you can see his childhood memories good and bad, the angel grew up like anyother. His music is scratched out but is beautiful and happy. You take another glance around and see the phantom showing his weakness crying and reminising over a picture of a young beautiful girl, christine. The phantom turns and attacks you,  screaming and crying but your not getting anywhere.

One last scream and it all fades, your in the first room again.  The phantom returns and snuffs out the one candle you turn, and run.

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