Dark, damp, dreadful
Jet black walls closing in on you
An unpleasant, heavy aroma settles like the dust perching on all objects
The feeling of uneasiness comes upon you as you take in your surroundings
Something isn’t right
You wander further into the hall and take a look around
A thick scent greets you as you enter what looks to be a bedroom
A cot, dresser, and small closet occupy the vast amount of space in the room
A big window overlooks a dark, eerie lake
You creep out of the room, into the hallway
Goosebumps rise on your skin as your gaze catches a pearly white mask
You turn, and search the room more closely
A grand piano sits alone, with a single blood red rose lying upon it
You jump at the sound of maniacal laughter
Turning around slowly, you see a figure looming in the darkness
The figure advances into the light, and you see him
All the stories were true
His body fully encased in the bright light streaming in through the windows,you confirm you previous thoughts
He’s here
The phantom of the opera
