As you creep down the rickety old stairs, you can feel the presence of another person. As you smell the what seems like rotten fish you feel stairs at your feet. You step down one, another, and one more before you see it, him, The Phantom. He is sitting at a petite table with peeled grapes, caviar and crackers eating. As you approach it all disappears and all you see is an old, rusty, beat up organ and a chair.
“Many people visit me.” Said a voice from the darkness. “But few have gotten this far.” He approached the organ and pushed me off.
“Wait—wha—how.” Saying in disbelief I slowly fell into a deep, deep sleep to the music of the night.
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