Kyra Tales

The Weeping Woman Of The Opera

Tears rolled down Orelia's face, the same tears that fell down her face when she was killed. It was a day like any other except she'd be performing in front of many crowds, the butterflies in her stomach ceased to be, because she had performed Opera before so this was a walk in the park.
Odelia had three weeks to prepare for this moment and as each day approached she felt as though something was off in her home items and possessions of hers would be moved and clothes and relic would be rummaged through, nothing had been stolen so it couldn't have been a burglary but these things would be moved to unseen places she didn't expect them, as she was getting prepared, Orelia's husband seemed a bit distant but that was the least of her worries, as the performance went on, Orelia couldn't help but feel like she was being watched no duh obviously she was being watched but it this feeling she was feeling was different than having stage fright, it felt dark, dark energy is what she felt.

After the performance was done and the audience had left, Orelia was behind the curtains thinking about some stuff when out of the corner of her eye, was she going crazy?
Looking around the stage, there was nothing there, CRASH a sound made behind her, a light had fell from the ceiling of the stage pulling up her sleeves from her dress she bent down and grabbed the sparkling shards,
The sound of footsteps stopped Orelia of what she was doing as she immediately got up, there in the shadows, stood her husband, but he looked like had just made a deal with the devil "Cozbi you scared me," she spoke her voice quiet and gently "why are you here" she said, he just looked at her, slowly walking towards her.

Now Orelia wasn't the one to deny she was afraid of her husband, so seeing this scared her to the max, backing up she soon managed to get on the stage in front of the curtains, "I'm truly sorry Orelia but you, are not the one i once loved, and you know to much about me" he said as he pulled out a revolver from his coat pointing it right at her, tears rolled down her eyes as she held her hands to her heart "Oh, God" she cried, sounded somewhat of singing "Goodbye Song Bird" He spoke
Dying was that bad although she bled in her own body, investigators couldn't find Orelia's killer,

Orelia's sequin embroidered dress and ruby slippers would put in a museum of singers, sheriff had looked through her home, but the whole house was empty from her possessions to her bank account and savings, all gone Orelia's body was laid to rest, a gate of ruby pillars wrapped around her grave protecting the woman,

She cried more and more her tears falling to the stage she had died on, the opera theator had been closed since Orelia's murder, which had been forty years ago, and she still lays there her dress and everything, haunting those who dare enter the theater, those who claim to have seen the woman describe her has a tall woman who wears a long sleeved sequins dress ruby slipper, and garnet earrings, the thoughts of those who have "claimed" to have seen her have been corrupted. The people have called the spirit of Orelia a Phantom but she was a 

Phantom Of The Opera