Okay you guys I'm back. I am warning you now that after tomorrow (June 15) my update will be probably still be frequent but not as long because I will have to type on my phone. I know that the chapters I've uploaded are short, but I am making this up as I go on as well as I have blisters on fingers from starting to play the guitar. So have mercy and please don't be a ghost reader and leave some kind of comment. Thank you and on to the story.
Thankfully there was no body floating around, the man never did like killing people, the stage hand who fell to his death last months was a simple mistake. The specter shook his head as if to clear his head of the thoughts. Continuing to make his way to the edge of the water his found his boat tied to the dock, undisturbed from the last time it was used. He stepped with one foot into the boat to steady it, then set the girl onto the velvet lined seat. A gently as he could he bent down and picked up the staff and paddled across the lake. Soon his house came into view.
His house was a strange building to look at, no windows just walls. It was fairly large with three stories. The door was a solid black oak without a door knob, just incase an unwanted visitor made their way this far into his domain. If you were looking at the door it simply looked like a black piece of wood wedged into a wall of brick, when in reality one of those bricks were a key into the house itself, no key needed.
When the boat docked on the other side, he gently picked up the gypsy into his arms and walked up the path leading to the house. Once he neared the door he realized that he would need a free hand to press on the brick, so as quietly as he could he moved his arms so that most of the girls body weight was leaning against his right arm with her legs hanging down over his chest. Being so close to a person much less a women made his uncontrollable and when she shifted toward him her sleep, he leaned away from trying to make the most distance between the two of them. With his left hand now empty he pressed the brick and the front door opened with a pop. A second later the opening to the house was illuminated with a soft yellow glow, from the new electronic lights he had installed into his home to replace the gas ones.
The house now fully illuminated a short hallway leading into a main room that housed a grand piano as well as an organ. This room was clearly the most used of the house due to the wear on the persian furniture sitting on top of what appeared to be a grand rug of red and gold laying over the stone flooring. All these things were displayed before a fireplace that was large enough to park a carriage in.
Of to the side of the room where doors that lead to a washroom as well as a number more of bedrooms and parlors. The man walked up to one of the doors and opened it. Inside there was a simple room, just a bed with a dresser and nightstand with no mirror. Since the room was clean enough to his liking he set the girl down on the bed but didn't pull the covers over her in fear of waking her. Without another second the man turned on his heel and walked out of the room.
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Children of Life
Hayran Kurgu"I thought we all were children of God." A voice echoed through the opera house and into the ears of another lost child, The Phantom of the Opera. What happens when two lost souls looking for comfort meet, a gypsy girl and the devil's child? Perhaps...
