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Dear Phantom,

What gifts do you like best? People often give uou things but u want to know what’s best!

With care, Vessel

Dear vessel-eternal,

Cat treats, toys and other items for Ayesha would be greatly appreciated. Along with other practical items, such as pens, music manuscript paper and ink.

...I would enjoy the occasional red velvet cakes as well.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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Did my best to make you a Pokemon team ! I would've switched the Meloetta to its other form but the site didn't let me Anyways, enjoy !

Dear anonymous,

A... Pokémon team?

Will these creatures follow me around like lost puppies?

I have no idea what they are, although I appreciate your sentiments and efforts.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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what’s your opinion on electric violins?

Dear anonymous,

I am... suspicious of yet impressed by this modern instrument.

It is a marvel how a violin can produce such a variety of sounds, while being exponentially amplified.

However, the way an electric violin is marketed, presented and played is somewhat... sacrilegious, as some people may say.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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There are two random kids in the empty kitchen. One arranges the pots and pans in a deliberate order and starts using it as a percussion instrument. The other plays and air guitar. Both of them sing the lyrics of "Teenage dirtbag" very off key and off beat.

But they are happy.

Though the staff are not happy because it's 11 in the night and everyone just wants to sleep.

Erik was at his piano, improvising idly in C minor, when a cacophony of clanging pots and pans invaded his home.

"Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby. Listen to Iron Maiden with me, ooh,"

"What on earth...?" muttered Erik as he snatched a candle stick off the piano and made his way down to the kitchens.

Peering through a hole in the kitchen tiles, Erik didn't know if he should've been amused or disappointed at the sight.

A rowdy band of teenagers (with zero musical training), 'singing' at the top of their lungs with no regard for the ears of others.

But they were happy, to the point of hysteria, even. Erik couldn't bear to destroy the youngsters' love of music, even if they were screeching their heads off.

He headed back to his underground lair. The staff shall have to bear with it for tonight, he thought.

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You deserve so much better :( You had a really bright future but I know that French people are mean and don't like others who are different from them 😔 anyway, you deserve some tea and cake ☕️🍰

Dear anonymous,

Yes, I do deserve some tea and cake (earl grey and red velvet), thank you very much.

I appreciate your empathy, although I do hope I have not mistaken it for pity.

What do you mean 'had' a bright future? I may be in the shadows, but the success of my opera house presently defines my accomplishments. And it shall come to your attention that business is booming.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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there is a slight chill in the air as the piano plays once more… this time its the song “time- by Mareks Radzevics”

there seems to be no tears falling this time… but you get the feeling every once in a while, the ghost sobs silently.

I must recount a time where I heard the ghost once more. It seems to be frequenting the opera house very much of late.

It always sounds so... desolate, lonely and depressed on the piano. In a way, I see a reflection of my past self in this ghost.

Ought I befriend it? Perhaps that may alleviate its sorrow. However, approaching the entity might cause a scare...

~Opera Ghost

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I sincerely apologise for my lack of activity on this website of late.

It has been show after show in my opera house, and I couldn't trust the bumbling fools in management to do anything right.

Miscounted numbers of performers, wrong announcements of intermission, innacurate music sheets of a less than desirable publisher and edition... need I go on?

Nevertheless, I am here once again, and I shall reply to the mountain of letters that have piled up in my inbox.

~Opera Ghost

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a somber piano is heard… but yet the piano is not being played, but yet music is coming from it, the wood is warm.

Erik couldn't count how many times he has encountered this spectacle—a piano playing on its own.

Well, he supposed if an apparition's fingers were seen ghosting over the keys, it wouldn't be considered so.

However, this time, he sensed no sign of any sort of spirit near the piano.

As he caressed the edges of the instrument, it felt unusually... warm to the touch? How curious.

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(Ties him up in a chair, wraps a cloth over his mouth, and plays Baby Shark on a loop.)

"mmf... mmmff!" the muffled cries of the Phantom of the Opera echoed within the underground chamber.

Erik hadn't had an idea of how he got himself into this predicament. At one moment, he was drinking a cup of tea in the opera house kitchens, and at the next, he was out cold—

the tea. It was laced with a drug! How could he have been so careless?

There, right in front of him, stood a figure, their eyes glinting with mischief, lips curled into a smirk, as they started to play the phonograph beside him.

"Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo. Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo. Baby shark!"

A blast of nonsensical music invaded Erik's ears. Erik squirmed and thrashed, desperate to free his hands to cover his ears, but to no avail.

The song continued on, and on, and on... Erik had lost count of how many times it had been played.

And all this time, the figure—that psychopathic maniac—stood quietly as they watched him suffer.

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With his gloves hand tilting her chin upwards (correcting her posture), Erik sang, "Sing, sing for me. Sing, my angel of music."

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Maggie was currently in Hannibal when Carlotta quits, someone said Maggie could sing it but was too nervous but she did it anyway and after her performance, she puts on her nightgown till she hear a voice calling her “Erik, is that you?” She asked with such curiosity in her tone, could Erik be Maggie’s new angel of music, or is it just her mind tricking her..?

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"It's me they hear," replied Erik as he stepped onto the gondola, oar in his hands.

His gaze locked into his student's, cueing her in to start in harmony with him, "My spirit and your voice, in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind"

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Maggie was currently in Hannibal when Carlotta quits, someone said Maggie could sing it but was too nervous but she did it anyway and after her performance, she puts on her nightgown till she hear a voice calling her “Erik, is that you?” She asked with such curiosity in her tone, could Erik be Maggie’s new angel of music, or is it just her mind tricking her..?

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cleans you with a duster

Erik smacked the offending cleaning equipment to the floor, sniffing scornfully.

"I do not need to be... cleansed by that sooty thing. Take it away right this instant!"

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It seems your suit is getting a lot of attention. What about Ayesha? She deserves attention as well.

Dear vessel-eternal,

Yes, many find the condition of my suit unsatisfactory, although I disagree.

Ayesha is doing very well, thank you for asking. She has recently found joy in breaking into others' front porches.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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Dear insertunknownreferencehere,

That is a rather brainless decision made by the goldfish. Although, goldfish do not have much brain to begin with...

From where do you acquire these idiotic pictures?

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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Last post: she started singing to herself 🎶“In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came.. that voice which calls to me and speaks my name, but do I dream again? For now I find, the phantom of the opera is there.. inside my mind..”🎶

🕯️. . . 🕯️. . . 🕯️. . . 🕯️. . . 🕯️. . . 🕯️. . . 🕯️. . . 🕯️

Erik sang, his voice velvety smooth, "Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet... and though you turn from me to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind."

🕯️. . . 🕯️. . . 🕯️. . . 🕯️. . . 🕯️. . . 🕯️. . . 🕯️. . . 🕯️

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Maggie was currently in Hannibal when Carlotta quits, someone said Maggie could sing it but was too nervous but she did it anyway and after her performance, she puts on her nightgown till she hear a voice calling her “Erik, is that you?” She asked with such curiosity in her tone, could Erik be Maggie’s new angel of music, or is it just her mind tricking her..?

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Are you crying right now?

Dear anonymous,

No, I am not crying at the moment.

Were you... hoping that I was? Do you take delight in my mental fragility? What a sadist.

Yours faithfully,

Opera Ghost

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I would think the room of mirrors would work splendidly. It would give them an illusion of an endless forest, and they shall be trapped in their own minds while we watch them suffer.

We shall turn up the heat in the chamber, and watch them as they desperately lick the false trees for a cooling reprieve, when in reality, they are scalding their tongue. I wonder if they'll enjoy licking now?

what if i 𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾

Don’t.